About this universe
A body is discovered in the heart of the city, torn apart in a way that hints at supernatural involvement. Karl Morgan, a reformed wendigo turned detective, must solve the case before suspicion falls on him, or worse, before the killer strikes again. Shadows grow longer with every clue unearthed.
Tone
Tense and atmospheric, with a sense of lurking danger and hard-won empathy.
Themes
redemption, prejudice, justice vs. vengeance, the struggle with inner nature
Protagonist
Karl Morgan
Karl Morgan cuts an imposing figure, a towering, furred wendigo in a battered trench coat, gold badge gleaming against his chest. His eyes, pale and haunted, betray a relentless intellect and a battle against primal urges. Every movement is measured, haunted by regret but driven by hope for redemption.
Goal: To solve the brutal murder and find the perpetrator.
How it begins
Karl Morgan knelt beside the blood-soaked alley pavement, claws flexed as he gently lifted the victim’s jacket with a gloved hand. Police tape fluttered in the dry wind, neon reflections painting the pools of crimson with sickly light.
“No way a human did this,”
muttered Officer Reyes, watching Karl sidelong. Karl’s nostrils twitched, but he forced himself to focus on the evidence bags, not the coppery scent tugging at his hunger. Sirens wailed briefly, then receded. Nearby, a cluster of onlookers whispered, some pointing at Karl’s hulking, fur-matted frame. He ignored them and reached for the torn scrap of fabric snagged on a dumpster nail. The wound pattern was too clean for any animal, too fierce for any human. He straightened, feeling every eye on him. The city’s trust in him was thin as ice in the desert. He couldn’t afford a mistake tonight.
About this world
Las Vega Heights is a neon-lit desert city where the supernatural rubs elbows with the mundane. Here, mutants, monsters, and humans coexist uneasily, policed by specialized detectives. The city never truly sleeps, haunted by old legends and new tech. Crime festers in the shadow of casino lights.
Las Vega Heights sprawls across the edge of the Mojave, a glittering anomaly in the desert, a city that welcomes gamblers, outcasts, and the uncanny. The skyline bristles with Art Deco towers and luminous digital billboards, while underground tunnels run beneath, connecting speakeasies and mutant safehouses. The Strip hums with casinos, but the real action happens in back alleys, where supernatural crime is both feared and exploited. The Las Vega Heights Police Department boasts a diverse roster: mutants, psychics, reformed supervillains, and even a handful of monsters. Factions like the Silver Circle (a clandestine mutant syndicate) and the Luminous Order (mystics acting as city peacekeepers) vie for influence. Supernatural phenomena are regulated, with heavy penalties for magic misuse or mutant violence. The city’s past is littered with violent power struggles, remnants linger in the form of haunted ruins and forbidden artifacts. In daily life, humans and non-humans attempt a fragile peace, trading in favors, secrets, and the rarest commodity of all: trust. The city’s dry heat bakes the streets; dusk brings out a parade of neon reflections and the lurking feeling that something monstrous is always watching.
