They left Rhea Kade in a gutter — broken, branded, discarded like defective merchandise. A corporate stamp on her wrist marks her as Chimera property. She should be dead. Instead, a stranger pulls her from the rain and refuses to let the city finish what the corps started. In the neon-drenched sprawl of Halcyon, where bodies are bought by the crate, Rhea's survival is an inconvenience someone will want to correct.
