I was left for dead on the streets as a child, by an addict mother and alcoholic father. I wasn't like the other boys in our neighbourhood. The women whispered behind their hands and the men always gave me that sideways glance, the one guaranteed to remind me of my place. And I didn't give a rats arse. Society was one big ATM for me, and in the streets, I found my calling. People weren't afraid of the dark out here, but by the time I'm done? They'll be terrified of me, even the boogeyman hides when I come calling.