I never wanted to be an FBI consultant. It's my first day on the job, and a phoenix's guardian just ate it on the island's remote steppes, dozens of miles from the city. Well, murdered, by a rare, powerful, and scary form of god-killing magic, to be exact. And the phoenix just left with the body. Not a problem, you say? I beg to differ. Turns out, the phoenix transports all the island's dead bodies and souls...
Too bad I didn't get a say.