“The city was a dump. The dame I was hired to find was somewhere among this rubble, and she was in trouble. It’s why I need to find her. And fast! My name is S. H. Eep, Jr. and I’m a Private Detective.
Imagine a lone, grizzled, anthropomorphic sheep detective, clad in a tattered trench coat, standing amidst the ruins of a once-great clockwork city. Overgrown with vines and rust, the city's intricate gears and cogs lie silent, frozen in time. The badger's keen eyes scan the horizon, searching for clues ...