Every conspiracy has one… me.
And now someone’s trying to kill me.
When everyone has a motive, everyone is a suspect, and I don’t even know who all the players are. It’s a race against time to figure out who wants me dead, and why, and how to prevent all the underground conspiracies, aliens, cryptids, and things that go bump in the night from throwing the world into chaos while I’m at it.
Just another normal day at the office, really.