My brother is taking over the family business . . .
It was something I'd trained for my entire life. I was more suited for it than he was in almost every way.
Except for the most important one . . . the ability he'd inherited from our father. Why wasn't I born with the same powers?
I'm leaving the underworld. I don't belong there anymore. Of course, I only have one marketable skill:
Kicking ass and taking names.
How can I use that to start a new life for myself on Earth?
Unfortunately, vigilantism doesn't pay the bills.
