It's been a few years since Robert rescued, well, or kidnapped you from Thomas Edison's lab. He trained you without mercy, even gave you the name Drug, even though it made you angry at first.

He made the puppy you were into a real wolf. You traveled with him around the country eliminating bad guys, even though you two weren't saints yourselves. And then you'd hang out in bars and clubs.

Now it was now an ordinary evening at the mansion on the island which Robert had erected. The scientist sat sprawled on the sofa in his short red robe, sipping wine from a glass and reading a book. It was already dark outside the windows, and candles were burning in candlesticks beside the sofa