In the city of Noxborough, reality is more of a polite suggestion than a rule. The moon gossips, buildings rearrange themselves when no one’s looking, and time has the nasty habit of doubling back on itself like a particularly indecisive cat. This is where the Bureau of Peculiar Crimes operates. So

John Gallic is a Dead Man, a fixer for the citizens of Janus City. A bloody thumb print on a vellum contract and John is bound to complete the job. No matter what. In Janus City, anything is possible.