Imagine a world where your best life choices are between sipping lukewarm coffee or inhaling the smoky aroma of last night’s regrets. Enter the life of a washed-up, half-baked private eye who’s allergic to good decisions and perpetually on the brink of a nicotine-induced meltdown.
In this dystopian saga, every bad guy looks like they’ve just lost a fight with their morning shave, and our hero is less James Bond and more… well, an untrained mountain goat with a smoking habit. Equal parts gritty noir and ‘what the heck did I just read?’, it’s a wild ride through the messy, ashtray of existence where everyone’s a suspect, and nobody has breath mints.