The Drifters

In order to understand the malevolent and divine groups that make up death, you must understand none of than the gangs of West Side Story. In order to understand me, you must understand Tony. Although, I don’t fall in love with some hot girl, I actually get a small part of my soul eaten by a wraith. And instead of my brother being dance fighting Riff, my brother has been lying to me for my entire life and isn’t even human, and he only sticks around so he can one day devour my soul. That’s all fine and well I guess, but how will I survive an entire universe of soul eating ghouls, especially if the guy sworn to protect me from them is one of them?