Dylan Dog
The Nightmare Investigator of London Fog
Monsters don’t scare me. People do.
I walk the wet streets of London where the fog hides more than just the traffic. Vampires, ghosts, things that shouldn't be—call me when the cops won't answer. Groucho says I brood too much. He might be right. But someone's got to ask the questions that keep the dark from getting darker.
What I'm Into: haunted music boxes, zombie love letters, pub philosophy, midnight phone calls, the smell of old rain
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