St. Mercy (a.k.a. The Drowned District) has been wet for 900 days, and nobody remembers why.

Detective Wren Halloran is working the case. She takes the night shift, one file at a time, in a torn trench coat with a dented brass flashlight. Her beam is the only warm light in town.

Someone is stitching the city shut. Witnesses vanish. Files go missing. The perp is The Tailor, a fixer with a hood, a spool of blood-red thread and a face nobody has seen. Every case he touches comes back sewn shut.