Nobody

The world's never been fair. In a world where one can be born as high as kings or as low as the rats that plague the shadows, how could it be? How could it be, when one man is given everything and the other kicked and shoved into the dirt, with mud shoved down his throat to compliment the bitterness of his tears? How could it be when some live and others perish, when the guilty sit on thrones of gold and pride and the innocent lay bloodied, abandoned on streets no one cares to remember?

The world is not fair, no, especially to Billie Crawford, who's sentenced to Brookville for life for the sole reason of her existence. She lives off of the bones the Democracy of the States is so graciously inclined to throw her, one with the shadows lining the alleys of the detention cities, as a Nobody.

And it is as a Nobody that Billie finds strength.

For as the world kicks the nobodies to the curb, rejected by the heroes and pleasant citizens of society, left for the maggots and villains to have their ways with, Billie rises an angel. An angel sent to deliver the lost souls of the damned and gut every one of the bastards who signed their death sentence.

Billie Crawford is on fire-and she won't run out till the whole world is ablaze.