saevelle: I write for fun, but I suck at social mediawww.wattpad.com/story/305114288-night-b
saevelle: I write for fun, but I suck at social mediahttps://www.wattpad.com/story/305114288-night-beats Night is a city of many names. Home to some, refuge for others, dumpster fire, cash cow, graveyard. It’s a glittering cesspool where monsters and humans live side by side, though some would never know it. Join the semi-functional NCPD Cryptid Unit as they fumble their way through supernatural crimes by night while producing Canada’s best/worst TV show by day. When woman is found murdered on a construction site, the Night City cryptid unit teams up with a ghost to catch a monster before it kills again. But behind the cameras, the cast and crew butt heads when pranks go too far, and signals get crossed.“Trix was eight when they pulled her from the ground, a flower ripped from the dirt and planted in wet concrete. Part of her stayed behind, her grip on the soil strong enough that the pretty parts broke off, leaving her guts to rot beneath the Earth. Night city had a way of making things ugly over time, cracking pavement, crumbling brick, turning roses into weeds. Truth be told, Trix liked to consider herself a dandelion, resilient and hard to get rid of. Even in death, she imagined she’d be a pain in the ass.” -- source link