Never-ending customer demands at Plan B Repairs left me little time to rest, but I had developed the will and skill to help them all. To my advantage, I carried a mystical energy inside of me, accessible via the markings on my palms. Whatever the problem, I always found a way to fix it. I had identity, purpose, friends. Yet a lonely emptiness crept into my rare moments of quiet when my thoughts invariably turned to the same woman, the one I could not reach. Then, a surreal sequence of events drew me into what felt like a foreign world, and suddenly, she was there!

Our union was promptly imperiled by the maneuvers of a monstrous mastermind, intent on sucking the life from me, and killing everyone he did not enslave. His webs of minions extended everywhere, and the line between friend and enemy blurred. My once steady life swung from giddy tingles of soaring hopes, to stabbing pains of creeping dangers. I knew only that I had to be with her. Together we weathered his ruthless attacks, but at a terrible cost. And still it was not enough. Our only path to freedom went directly through the depths of his treacherous lair where we soon proved to be easy prey. Hope was in short supply. Even if we managed to survive, I feared our time together was ultimately doomed.

There was a secret dark side to my power, one that I could not control.