Jerry had once been told by a fortune cookie that his life would take a “bold new direction.” At the time, he had scoffed, because he was working a dead-end job at Perky Beans Café, living in a studio apartment that smelled faintly of wet socks, and the boldest decision he had made that week was whether to buy name-brand peanut butter or stick with the generic stuff.

It turned out, the cookie had been right.

It just failed to mention that his bold new direction would involve intergalactic smuggling, highly combustible espresso, and what was—technically speaking—an act of war against an advanced alien civilization that took its beverages very seriously .

Now, armed with an ever-growing skill tree of questionable utility, Jerry has to grind his way up the galactic leaderboard before he’s permanently roasted .

The customer is always right… except when they’re trying to kill you.

"The real treasure was the friends we ate along the way."

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A world about to fry.

A dead man on his last dime.

And a whole lot of unfinished business.

Who could ask for anything more?

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Just your classic tale of an undead detective with nothing left to lose, risking it all to find something worth dying for... again.

It kicks off with me—half-dead, dripping in demon guts, and trading jabs with Death himself. I used to be a washed-up detective, more of a sideshow freak than a hero, until I found myself pulled back in. A dame, unlike any other, shows up: moonlit eyes, a damn curse, a city-crushing demon, and a leather jacket that doesn't know when to shut up.

And that was just the start. Now I’m revived, barely stitched together, and fighting to stay one step ahead of the underworld’s darkest secrets. This city is a demon-lamp-lit labyrinth, and every corner hides something hungry, broken, or both.

Demons, undead, and a bad case of the end the world. What could go wrong?

Grab a drink, strap in, and hold onto your fedora—because this story isn’t for the faint of heart.

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Welcome to a world where noir meets the supernatural—a dystopian city drenched in shadows and soot, where the rain never stops, and magic lurks in the corners. Jack, our hard-boiled protagonist, is a private investigator with a knack for pissing off all the wrong people. Guided by Frank, his demon-possessed jacket, Jack tackles cases that blur the lines between the living and the dead, unraveling conspiracies that threaten to end reality itself.