This isn't a pretty story. It may be a beautiful one, if you find torn apart bodies, clumps of globby, dark blood and ripped, mouldy wallpaper beautiful. If this is the case, I suggest you seek professional help--and, of course, read on. Tripp Webber is not only cursed with a name which made high school hell, but also appears to be becoming rather unlucky in adulthood. Barely twenty years old, he's already stuck in a dead-end job with a crappy apartment and a non-existent social life. Nothing out of the ordinary. But an office full of dead coworkers--or rather, their tangled and dismemebered body parts and a healthy splattering of blood--and a revolving door of romantic partners coming to tragic ends is definitely not ordinary. Not even in the shady city of Rockwill, where 'nothing happens here (we promise)' is practically their motto. Determined that he's been chosen by some sadistic cosmic force for a battle of good and evil (or rather, morally grey and obsessed with gory bloodshed) Tripp decides to investigate. What he unearths may not be pretty, but it just might be disturbingly beautiful.