Dylan Masters was bullied and beaten-up most days throughout high school.

He was verbally abused, bullied, unloved and unwanted at home by a selfish, substance addicted mother and her revolving door of liquor-loving loser 'stepdads.'

His only friend, an overly protective and bad-tempered guardian shadow named Fiff.

Now Fiff isn't your average shadow.
Shadows aren't living creatures.
Shadows don't have lives separate from the person that casts them.
Shadows don't threaten people.
Shadows don't wield knives.
Shadows don't maim or stab people. They don't hurt them or draw blood.
Shadows don't revel or take pleasure in killing.

Shadows don't want a...a puppy. Oh for goodness sake.

But, this shadow does.

Fiff yearns for many things.
Cries and tears of pain.
Spilled blood.
Sex.
Food and alcohol.

Chaos.
Mischief and mayhem.

This particular shadow keeps his secrets very well hidden until the you-know-what spectacularly hits the fan resulting in some shocking and hellish revelations.