When the fae beckon, hardly any resist. Actually fewer return.

Like a veil witch, I’m used to taking right out the supernatural trash. Everything from poltergeists to vampires, you name it and I’ve handled it. So opening a paranormal cleanup business simply seemed to seem sensible. If I’m currently coping with the pests, you will want to get paid?

However when I accidentally breach the faerie world to encounter a girl recently reported missing, start seeing the ghost of a witch whose disappearance has never been solved, and find out a Reserve of Shadows that opens only for me, I can’t simply get back to business mainly because usual. Especially when I also gain the eye of a sexy and secret mage. Timing is normally everything, and even while my desire increases, a little tone of voice inside maintains reminding me to stage carefully. I understand all too well that, in the supernatural world, opening doors means facing outcomes. In cases like this, those consequences might just mean never being heard from again.