SickJoe

[DEVIATION] Alice traveled halfway across the globe to reach the city of Solvitor Quaestio. She’d heard the rumors, seen the headlines, and read the stories. Fang, claw, tentacle, and sword—for a detective agency renowned for the strange and unusual, she’d expected sweeping halls, grand chambers, and men and women of the highest class of bravery and honor. However, when she turned the corner onto the street of Prodigium, Alice found a run-down office with crooked windows and a hound too old to lift its head, announcing her arrival with a sorry excuse for a howl. These were the headquarters of the famed Fifth Chapter. Alice pushed open the door, and the screen fell off its hinges, a piece of glass falling from one of the upper windows.  The building lurched from stacked, dusty books poorly cataloged and a single desk near the back with a few neglected chairs. There, Manning the desk, was a girl whose head barely peeked over the tabletop. She swung her feet, humming a strange