Myth Hunter

<p><strong>My father taught me that myths were real. It wasn't until they tried to kill me that I believed him.</strong></p><p><br>I used to worry about hedge funds and overdue rent. Then I tripped over a fifty-pound note in the London rain and everything changed.</p><p><br>Now I have a silver whistle in my pocket and a job offer from a woman who claims to represent a secret Council that protects mythical creatures. Apparently the world is full of them.</p><p><br>And somehow I'm supposed to help capture them.</p><p><br>I'm not a warrior. I'm not a magician.</p><p><br>But when your rent is overdue and your life is already in ruins what's one more impossible job?</p><p><br>The problem is the deeper I go the more I realise that this isn't just about chasing griffons and selkies. Someone is stealing creatures from the hidden Repository that keeps them contained and selling them on a black market.</p><p><br>If I don't figure out who's behind it the Repository falls. Magic dies. Every myth humanity ever feared walks free - or gets butchered for parts.</p><p><br>And I'll be the idiot who let it happen - assuming I don't become some creature's lunch first.</p>