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.