Roaring Twenties Chicago. Prohibition gangsters like Al Capone rule the streets. Dirty politicians walk the halls of power. Flappers fill the dance halls. Model- Ts roar along city avenues. Radios blare out Jazz music. Tommie guns bark out street justice. And the gate between the mortal realm and Feirie lies hidden by it all, guarded by its sixteen hundred year old guardian. This gatekeeper named Nick Medea is a strange, complicated man. On one hand, he lives a simple, solitary life as an exorcist of sorts. Only those with real problems with supernatural creatures able to contact him; his fee to rid these individuals of their specters zero. But his real job is far more serious, more important, more dangerous than hunting ghosts, as he stands alone between the world of Feirie and mankind; his eternal duty to keep the gate closed, because if the magical gateway ever opens it will destroy the modern world, crashing civilization back to the Dark Ages. But Nick isn’t completely alone. There are a group of near constant companions who aid him along the way. Most of these are outcast Feiries, trapped on the mortal plane. Fetch is the one who spends the most time…
