Agent D & Agent E

Welcome to the WIB – The Women in Black. Forget the MIB – a bunch of underperforming men in overpriced suits chasing shadows and getting neuralyzed every other Tuesday. The WIB is where the real action happens. Paranormal? Handled. Alien invasions? Contained. Dimensional rifts caused by a disgruntled gnome who lost a poker game to a banshee? Wrapped up before breakfast. These women don’t just clean up cosmic messes—they mop the floor with them, then give the floor a good polish for good measure. Now, meet our elite squad of highly trained professionals. And by elite, we mean terrifyingly competent. Among them are the legendary Agents D and E. Agent D—David—stands out for a couple of reasons. One, he’s the only man in the WIB, which makes him about as welcome as a vampire at a garlic festival. Two, he’s not even supposed to be here. You see, Agent E—Emily—is his daughter. She’s eight years old. That’s right, eight. Most kids her age are losing teeth; she’s losing interdimensional demons. Turns out, she’s a prodigy when it comes to understanding alien dialects, solving metaphysical anomalies, and talking down enraged ghost brides. Unfortunately for David, federal law and common sense frown upon sending a third grader into battle against plasma-fanged squid beasts without adult supervision. So now David is Agent D, against his will, his better judgment, and probably his spine’s ability to carry E’s 50-pound backpack of ghost-hunting gear. He doesn’t have alien-fighting instincts. He has dad instincts. And yet, somehow, WIB’s only male agent survives day after day—dodging slime, sarcasm, and suspicious glances from every other woman in the agency. So buckle up. The WIB is on duty. The paranormal doesn’t stand a chance.