Instant Regret Kit
- It’s not good stuff
- We really don’t know how to stress this enough
A Multifarious Mehrathon Mystery
Irk entered the dark alleyway. Rats scurried across it from dumpster to dumpster. Steam rose from a grate, obscuring the ground somewhat. A little ways down, he could see a figure. The figure wore a long coat and hid his face under a tilted bowler. At least, he tried to hide it. As soon as he was within several feet of him, Irk knew exactly who it was.
“Chinface?”