I was hired to find Big Jake’s girlfriend, Gretchen Thompson. Gretchen was a cigarette girl at Big Jake’s club, but no one had seen her for a week now. I’d find her, although Big Jake may not like what I find. My name is Woodsy and I’m a Private Detective.

A lone, trench-coated Great Horned Owl detective stands on a rain-slicked cobblestone street. The street lights cast the scene in deep blues. The cityscape behind him is a maze of gothic architecture and oppressive shadows, hinting at unseen horrors. The atmosphere is thick with mystery and a sense ...