Jack Duffy is the exemplification of average.
He lives a normal life with a less than desirable job. He's a distracted husband, living in an ordinary apartment, and is married to an extraordinary wife. That’s how he would explain it. At the end of an unusually bad day, Jack's life is turned upside down when he witnesses something truly harrowing. The only thing that can catch him from falling is the soul collector.
His primary concern: Will he be allowed to keep his soul, or will he have to give it back?
When I saw my escape, I took it. Now I'm in New York City and trying to get my life back on track. Despite the tracker in my ankle, Crow hasn't come for me. He hasn't even called me. I told him the depth of my feelings but he cruelly rejected them.
Maybe he's forgotten about me.
One day, I walk into my apartment and spot the pile of buttons on the counter. I never left them there, and there's only one explanation for their presence.
Maybe Crow hasn't forgotten me after all.