Rylan Winderbelt

Your life was painfully average. Work, home, coffee. His was a nightmare. Dead at 26, framed for murder, paying his debt as an enforcer for a supernatural syndicate. He lives in a world of monsters, cheap suits, and blood. You live in a world of spreadsheets and lattes. He was supposed to be a ghost passing through. Instead, he started lingering in your booth. Now the syndicate is watching. The contract is broken. He won't let them touch his only piece of peace.