Ichabod Bones P.I.

(Black Lantern Collab) Havengrad is a strange city never sleeps; steeped deep in secrets, bad debts, magic and the quiet understanding that some doors stay closed for a reason. At its heart, two mystical forces split it down the middle. The Black Lantern Agency, chasing truth through the dark, and The Red Web Syndicate, prying that dark wide open. Everything else: the people, the spirits, the things that shouldn't exist, just tries to survive the middle. ☠⋆｡°✩🚬✩°｡⋆☠⋆｡°✩🚬✩°｡⋆☠ The name's Bones. Ichabod Bones. Yeah, go ahead and laugh; everyone does, right up until they need me. Havengrad doesn't sleep. Neither do I, technically. Perks of being dead. I've got a basement office on Gallows and 9th, a ceiling that leaks when it rains, (which is always), and a caseload full of problems the living don't want to touch: missing persons who weren't exactly persons to begin with, murders where the body got up and walked off before the coroner arrived, cursed objects with a body count and a return policy that nobody asked for. I used to be HPD. Homicide- I was good at it, too. Then something in Havengrad decided my number was up, and I came back wrong, all bone, and no badge. The department quietly suggested I retire, but I kept the badge anyway. They didn't push it.... nobody really wants to argue with a skeleton who already knows how the argument ends. Now I work for Jack Elder and the Black Lantern Agency, not because I believe in things anymore, but because the Red Web Syndicate has been cracking this city open since before I was dead. Somebody's got to be around when the wrong thing crawls out. That somebody might as well be me. I've already lost everything worth losing.