Private Investigator Urban Paranormal

The thing about monsters is, they show up when you least expect it. I come home from a romantic weekend with my feller and found one sitting on my couch. This'un wanted me to hunt down Athena's Gorgoneion, an ancient Greek amulet, and was willing to pay dearly for the work. Meanwhile, my friend Miss Jenny went missing, her feller Proteus, a primordial Greek god, was trapped in his house by cyclops, and a hellhole opened up out on Devil's Branch. Trouble was brewing and brewing big.

Jack knew the critter living in his shop, affectionately referred to as Fuzzface, wasn't a rat. But what exactly was he? It wasn't surprising Jack was in the dark, since the creature had never let himself be seen. Small, clean, and with a preference for canned crab, Fuzzface had become an invisible but comforting presence in the shop.