The call me neurotic. They call me broken. They call me Mad as a March Hare. Nyx really has no reason to be where she is. Nobody ever has understood her odd ways and neurotic tendencies, not even her beloved adopted parents, especially not after what happened. But Nyx understands herself, and that's all that matters. She knows exactly what she is. But imagine her intrigue when she meets a boy, just out of high school, and already caught up in gang work. She doesn't know why she cares, she just does. Something in her tells her that this boy belongs to her. And Nyx has never ignored her instinct. Even if it will eventually lead to her downfall.