Reborn as the Roach Detective
Language: en
Death wasn’t the end. It was just a massive demotion to the literal bottom of the food chain. After I died, I came back as a cockroach. To keep myself fed, I took to the internet. I crawled across the glowing screen of a discarded smartphone and posted an ad on a local community board: [Private Investigator. Discreet surveillance and tracking services. Rate: Ten packs of cookies.] It didn't take long for my first client to bite. A girl reached out, desperate for some dirt on her boyfriend. I typed back with manic energy, my antennae twitching: [Don't you worry, honey. My tracking skills…