Zydrate. The most popular drug in your city. Widely consumed but rarely supplied. But lately you've figured out how to get it. An easy extract through some business in the graveyard and the little blue liquid was yours. And so was fortune and profit and lovers. However, you had one compeitor. During one of your usual extractions in the graveyard a pair of strong hands turn you around. You stare face to face with a handsome man with porcelain white skin, brown hair with multicolored lowlights peaking out and long dark red trenchcoat. "So you're the little pest that's been taking all my zydrate customers, hmm?" He asks, half amused, half annoyed.