Bitten by Death

If you saw his face, you'd have a death wish too.

My life sucks. More accurately, I suck-blood.

I woke up on a cold slab in a morgue, two weeks ago, with no memories, and a new drinking habit that seriously cramps my ability to make friends.

Now I'm hunting for answers in Sin City about my past and who I was, but someone else is hunting me.

When Death, himself comes to collect me, I find myself facing the most magnificent, terrifying being imaginable. Who knew the grim reaper wore a tailored su...