UNKNOWN

They broke his mind. Now he solves crimes one catnap at a time.

Luis Cannon was a hardboiled detective—trench coat, gravel voice, bad attitude. A man with a badge and a bone-deep vendetta against injustice. Then he touched the Cognichonk, a cursed artifact from beyond time, and everything came undone.

Now his consciousness is scattered across a psychic network of orange cats in this darkly funny urban fantasy noir. When they sync, they become him: a mystery-solving sleuth with noir narration and a vendetta against household appliances. When the signal fades, they go back to licking power cords and screaming at ceiling fans.

Luis wakes up in bodies he didn't choose, solving supernatural crimes one whisker at a time.

But something's wrong in the network. Cats are going lucid—too lucid. Occult sigils are spreading across suburbs like magical malware. And Luis's old partner, presumed dead, might be back. With claws.

The Cognichonk isn't sleeping anymore. It's choosing sides.

If Luis doesn't crack the case fast, he won't just lose control of the cats—he'll lose what's left of himself.

A surreal noir-fantasy mystery full of prophetic kittens, paranormal conspiracies, cursed artifacts, ritual magic, and feline-fueled chaos. Because the truth has claws. And it naps in sunbeams.