Prawn Uncommon

In the steamy jungle of Clint City, a peculiar character is on the trail of a clue. Half-reptile, half-reporter, 100% hybrid chameleon. They call him James Prawn, but he just goes by Prawn. Always lurking in the shadow of a broken streetlight or between two columns of abandoned newspapers, Prawn never lets a lead slip away. He takes notes in a banana skin notebook, zooms through his magnifying glass, sniffs out traces, listens to the silences. One foot in the press, another with the Sentinel, he freelances here, digs there, he overflows. His style? A crumpled shirt, a grimy trench coat, and glasses too eccentric for his face... but an unfailing instinct. Some say he's autistic, others that he's just wired differently. He doesn't care. He sees what no one else sees. He hears the details. He knows how to connect the dots. So he strings together nocturnal investigations - while gorging on shrimp - botched tailings... and strokes of genius!