Carlos Delacruz is just following orders when he offs the only other half-dead guy in New York. It should've been a job like any other, but then Carlos agrees to protect the dying man's sister Sasha from the Council, the very sprawling bureaucracy of death that Carlos works for. Maybe he does it because she's also like him: partially resurrected, a ghoulish mistake with no past, living in the undercurrents of the city. Or maybe it's just the endearing way she looks out at him from the dead man's crinkled Polaroid. Either way, Carlos sets out to find the mysterious woman before the Council does and quickly ends up tangled in a nefarious web of necromancers, hipsters, and tiny demons with unpronounceable names.
