I found my brother's murderer, by becoming his next victim.
The asshat killed me, too. But little does he know—I came back. Again.
Now he's going down. But before I can destroy him, I need to resolve the little issue of me not dying. That's twice now I've cheated death. Something's not right.
Graves doesn't think I'm a reaper, and the ghosts seem to agree with him. They say that I'm different. That I'm more.
All I know is that things are getting real weird in Farrow's Square and dying is hungry work.
Where's a truckload of Hostess cupcakes when a girl needs them?
Contains mature themes.
