My Name is William Langston King. You can call me Will if you really feel the need, but skip Bill or Billy or god forbid Willy, unless you want me to call you something nasty right back. I used to be one of the Magi; unarguably powerful, supposedly wise. I have had dealings with powers and dominions whose names are unknown, because they are impossible for a mortal mouth to speak or mind to comprehend. I have traveled kingdoms and principalities you will never find on any map. I know things, I have seen things... well, let's just leave it at that. Now I'm just an uncanny gumshoe, a supernatural private eye. Most of my power has been stripped from me, one way or another. Now I'm in Singapore, hiding from a doom that I couldn't beat or trick or buy off. The Ban Sidhe spoke my name, and all the Seelie and Unseelie Courts, and all their allies, are bound to heed that call and end my life. But Singapore is the Switzerland of the supernatural realm. As long as I stay within the boundaries of this ultra-modern city-state, all those would-be assassins can go pound sand. But I still need to make a living. So now, instead of putting my thumb on the scales of power, I chase off things that go bump in the night. Then chase clients for payment. When I have clients to chase, that is. My name is William King, and I am many things, just as we all are. But what I got printed on my business card is “Private Supernatural Detective.” If you want something done right, you generally have to do it yourself. Except when it comes to dealing with all the many deadly, nasty, dangerous Others. And printing. I tried making business cards at home on the little laser printer, and man did they look like crap.