This was a novel I wrote, one without any vore or explicit sex, but there is violence. Think of it as a clumsily constructed noir-ish attempt, though it didn't turn out the way I wanted. Still, I'm glad I challenged myself when I wrote this.

Pavel Morozov, private investigator, junk food enthusiast, and nonchalant tiger uncovers a strange plot after a nearby murder. He is forced to push forward in order to seek the the truth, regardless of how much dread and uncertainty, even as it seems he might somehow be connected to it all.