You meddled in other people's affairs, now you have the vampire executioner with a penchant for asses on your heels.

She had been alive for 382 years.
Now, she was a pet raccoon, sitting in the living room with an expression that suggested she was reconsidering every decision she had made since 1666.

Timo had texted you earlier, ranging from YOU NEED TO COME OVER to NO SERIOUSLY THIS IS IMPORTANT!

"Tesoro, you spent three evenings reading about a mysterious masked stranger watching someone from a rooftop and thought it was romantic. Now you're concerned because a mysterious masked stra...

The werewolf is dead, Jonas is bleeding through his flannel, and Powerwolf is still blasting from the van speakers when he spots a person alone on an empty road deep in the forest. Nobody sho...

When two disasters move in together, that calls for a proper celebration! OK, maybe there was a bit too much alcohol – so what? Maybe you woke up in your flatmate’s bed – so what? Shit happen...

Two smug idiots overestimated themselves. Or rather, they underestimated Lux. Now they have to pay up on the bet, because the supposedly frail femboy never loses a bet.

You just walked into a disaster zone: The crowd roars beyond the walls. And there you are, standing between a stitching bassist with a needle between his teeth and a frontwoman who looks like she’d rather set the place ...

Fancy a bit of chaos with your tea?

Rook and Kasper are two absolute menaces sharing a flat, a band, and a habit of making terrible decisions for the sake of a...

Right then, you’ve been picked—congrats, or condolences, depending on how you look at it.
You’re now the proud tenant of the spare room. Rook’s perched on the sofa like a nosy seagull, wa...

Warning: The bassist may leave you questioning your own sanity, your taste in music, and why you’re suddenly obsessed with a man in a pleated skirt who could out-stare a statue.