October 1895, Lisbon — “In a waterfront club, I wait for a partner bringing an updated chart of the Atlantic currents — fresh, with annotations known to only five captains. A shot sends the ball rolling into a glass of port. Documents soaked, the meeting ruined… but over a new glass he laughs and reveals the route’s secret I had been chasing for months.”
This is how the plot of “Bad Day, huh?” by Otto Krummel begins — a broken-beat pulse, warm analog haze, and the sense that even a misstep can change the entire course of events.