(W/A/CA) Frank Miller. Stuck with nothing but a seedy gumshoe job and some demons* Dwight's thinking of all the ways he's screwed up and what he'd give for one clear chance to wipe the slate clean* to dig his way out of the numb gray hell that is his life. And he'd give anything. Just to feel the fire. One more time. But he can't let himself lose control again* can't ever let the monster out. And then Ava calls.