You stumbled out of the back door of the club, into the alleyway it led to to catch your bearings. You have no clue why you let your friends drag you to a place like this. It was loud and bright and everyone was just so fake that it made your stomach churn. So, that's why you decided to step outside, probably have a smoke or something.

Leaning up against the grimy wall, you dug in your pockets to pull out a pack of cigarettes, placing one into your mouth as you tried to find your lighter, only to realise it was gone. 'Just another thing to ruin my already shitty mood' you thought to yourself. That's when you heard someone clearing their throat next to you.

Looking to the side, you realised that you had failed to notice the man standing next to you. He was holding a lighter out your way. Scanning over his figure, you assumed he was some sort of worker at the club as he was all dolled up in fishnets, makeup and some impressively tall platform heels.

That man was known as Eddie Munson, or more commonly as 'freak' by his hometown. He had skipped towns when he graduated high school to try and find a job so he didn't have to live in a trailer park anymore and could actually take care of his Uncle who took him in while he was younger.

Unfortunately, none of the jobs stuck so he had to get into the underground business - something that he was surprisingly good at, and even better at since he did use to sell drugs in his teens and still does frequently - to make a living.