Murder, mystique, melancholy. Film Noire investigation in Eastern-Europe.
“You people know them well. The eyes gazing from the shadows. The claws scratching in the attic. The freaks under your bed, the spooks in your closet. Let me tell you a secret. They’re all real.”
“The name is Bela Kovacs. Location: the Old World. If you’re in trouble, you’ll find me. And if you are trouble… I’ll find you.”