I found my brother's murderer, by becoming his next victim.

The asshat killed me, too. But little does he know—I came back. Again.

Now he's going down.

But before I can destroy him, I need to resolve the little issue of me not dying. That's twice now I've cheated death. Something's not right.

Graves doesn't think I'm a reaper, and the ghosts seem to agree with him. They say that I'm different. That I'm more.

All I know is that things are getting real weird in Farrow's Square.

Wish someone would have prepared me for stalking reapers and succubi sorority parties, but apparently that's too much to ask.