Callum O'Donnell, journalist for little-known newspaper 'The Weekly Owl' which, apart from it's extremely unappealing name, unofficially specialises in making stories about things similar to what the Prime Minister ate for breakfasts (that's polite for - they publish articles that are worthless to read and uninteresting), finds himself achieving the impossible and writing about something remotely interesting. That something would be the arising mystery of the Masked Figure and 'it's' gang of accomplices. They call 'it' the Beak. The Figure in Black. The Mask.
Cal isn't like the other journalists that're writing articles on the figure. Not only does he find himself spending every physical second of the day learning more about the person they're beginning the call the modern day Robin Hood of London, he finds himself always a step behind the figure.
Or is 'it' always a step ahead of him?
