E.M. Faustus was looking forward to smoke Number Seven of the day. Then Life got complicated. Complicated as in The Walking Dead, armed with fly swats. Complicated as in Vampire Waitresses with the best coffee you?ll ever taste. Complicated as In Werewolf best mate?s, with breast fixations. And Complicated that more than one God getting really hacked off with him. All he has to do is find a lost dog, clear up a parenting issue and not get killed. All in a day's work for the only P.I in a world filled with the ?differently alive? If he stays alive long enough, maybe even the talking duck will make sense. But don't count on it. EM Faustus. Private Eye. Really. Don't ask what the EM stands for.