Eddie Gnash has had enough.
New Ramoth is less a city than a cesspit of sins, one thousand and one nightmares bought and sold at a bizarre bazaar of depravity, insanity, and bodily fluids. Many come to play, checking morality with their luggage at the door. And some, wishing the party continue forever, never leave.
Like any city, someone has to staff it, and so there is a service industry run by wretches and misfits who have found a place in the world scraping the walls of vomitoriums, hosing viscera off the toys in the sex dungeons. And the closest these folks have to any kind of justice in their lives is one of their own, a furry freak called Eddie Gnash, P.I.
But even in New Ramoth, where anything goes, and even though Eddie has seen pretty much every awful thing that money can buy, there are some sins which cannot be forgiven.