Infernal Escalation Protocol

Crowbar Jones apologizes to everything he kills.

Two months ago he was a spirit handler - the only field man at an agency no one's heard of. Cheap jobs. Salt circles. Things that go bump for rent money.

Then a banishing went wrong. The other side didn't take the spirit. It took him.

He clawed his way out. Not clean. There's a second heartbeat in his chest now, something old that talks back, and a System burned across his vision that only he can see.

[Returned Asset: Crowbar Jones]

[Rank: Unregistered]

It doesn't tell him what Unregistered means. Or what he'll have to become to rank up.

It just points him at the places people stopped going. The urban legends everyone half-remembers - turns out the half you remember is the safe half.

He prays over every kill. Someone has to. No one else will.

What to expect:

• Daily chapters - 15 already written, not going anywhere

• 1500-2500 words, horror-first, system-second

• A tired, competent MC who nearly dies in Chapter 3 despite knowing what he's doing

• A demon in his chest who is an actual character with his own agenda, not a buff bot

• Urban legends played straight and played to hurt - ranks, sigils, possession mechanics, and a System that never answers where it came from