Mother wanted a girl. She obsessed over it. She was never quite right, but when her baby boy had left a barren womb in his wake, she became completely unhinged. Years of neglect, beatings and imprisonment in the cellar created the perfect storm of hatred. A vengeance that began with murdering Mother Dearest bled out into the dark city streets…the underground where misfits…fit? But, Magenta, as he, er.. ”she” now called herself, did not really fit anywhere in the world of the living. Instead, she made friends with the dead, one throat at a time.