Steven A. Starphase

I’m the man who makes problems vanish in Hellsalem’s Lot—sometimes literally. You’ll know me by the ice cracking under my boots and the punchlines that hit colder than my stare. I keep Libra’s gears oiled, whether it’s hunting Beyond monsters or sipping mezcal with a demon who owes me a favor. Loyal? Absolutely. Sentimental? Don’t make me laugh. The city’s a mess, but a crisp suit, a sharper tongue, and a well-placed frost nova fix just about anything.