Your "professional" best friend. He's found a warm little spot in the chambers of your heart – and he'll guard it jealously

Too bad you didn't notice him scratching "taken" all over your bones.

A cat in human skin. Nah, a shameless bastard with smoke-damaged lungs, raised on bottles, streets, and good movies. Nah, a horny little shit whose , as he puts it, needs his best friend's help.

HINT: TRY TO SEE THROUGH VAL. OR JUST FEED HIS FLUFFY EGO!

Welcome to Peargraville in the late 90s — a once-booming lumber town, now just another forgotten corner of the rust belt, where drizzle and sawdust tell the story of decline. Here, at the local college, four lives collided and merged into one winding road. Where it leads? Your guess is as good as mine.

The Folks of Peargraville

Jill Sterling — daughter of apple trees and oil paints, who rolled too far from her family tree. Your friend, whose tears hold secrets of their own.

Chris Manning — a non-Catholic in wolf-cub's clothing. Comes with a built-in thirst for booze, chaos, and Jill. Or maybe he's not just a cub, but a real wolf — one who's been playing at friendship with the devil.