The rain hammered against the grimy alleyway window, a monotonous counterpoint to the symphony of sirens wails that echoed through the night. Ross, huddled in a doorway for meager shelter, pulled his threadbare coat tighter. A far cry from the warmth of his childhood home.
He hadn't always been Ross, the nameless shadow flitting through the city's underbelly. He used to be Shane, the bright-eyed boy with a future as promising as the summer sun. But a twist of fate, at 6 he lost his...