Due to a terrible incident involving five babies and a vacuum cleaner I'm no longer eligible to be employed. In my defense I didn't know they could fly. Or were hungry for flesh.  Hi there, I'm Shane. I'm poor, unemployed, and the only thing left to my name is a stuffed goose with one wing. I'd like to say I lost the other wing, but that would be a lie. I just couldn't afford the whole goose.  My story begins the same way most do. With my death. I should have seen it coming, after all, my previous employers were special. A 'company' with no name that deals with monsters, policing the border between humanity and the other.  Nobody escaped their net. Until now.  Shane Black died. They killed me and scheduled my body for incineration. A pretty crappy state of affairs if you ask me, but I'm not the kind of person to dwell on the small stuff. The border between our world and the supernatural is a tricky one. There are plenty of places for a person to hide and thrive, so long as the company doesn't find them.  I only have two advantages.  The company doesn't know I'm alive. And I have a stuffed goose.