A drunken bet prompts the hunt for a soul that stands behind a line of unresolved murders – an elusive figure known only as “Death itself”.
Behind the deal is a certain... “mercenary” (if one can even call him that), who gets aboard a never-ending train ride to track the un-track-able, only to quickly realize that hunting Death is not as easy as it may seem.
… Especially when communication isn't your strong suit.
(Seriously, what’s the point of asking around for clues when you don’t even plan on hearing anyone out?)
So, the question remains - will this far too ambitious dirtbag rise to the challenge and understand the need for human empathy & a shred of tact, or will he once more end up right back at the bar with a pint in his hand before the sun even manages to set?
Who knows, who knows…
And to thank you for reading this far, type "YEEHAW" in the DISCOUNT box while placing an order in this store and wait for what's to come. 😼