An ordinary white house stood at the end of the quiet suburban cul-de-sac. This didn't come as a surprise to anyone - it was where it had always stood. The only person who visited the tired old building was one Lovino Vargas - a difficult child, some would say. Always angry, never happy with what he had, always looking to isolate himself. He wasn't a fan of people, but then again, who really is? In a universe that doesn't appreciate obvious metaphors - or innocent ones - how will our not- quite- hero survive? If his enemy is the universe what chance does Lovino have?