On Tartarus I was created .

Soaked in power and secrets-Tartarus is definitely a city for rebels, exiles, and bad guys. As a messenger, every shadow is my friend. I know all the secrets of the place. Or, at least, I idea I did. When my best friend, Kida, goes missing, I don’t waste materials any time supposing her identification to attract her or whoever took her, out of hiding.

On Tartarus I will die . . .

As I seek out Kida’s whereabouts, Tartarus’s most dangerous gang-The Tanks-are gradually rising out of the chromework, developing more and more powerful. Every instinct in my person is screaming for me personally to run, to save myself, but I can’t-not without Kida. EASILY have to established the city ablaze just to obtain her attention, I will. And if the fire doesn’t eliminate me, the secrets I uncover just might.

Contains mature themes.