Following the death of his mother, Erzo Traliz finds himself walking the broken, racist streets of the slums — tired, hungry, and unsure of who he is without her.
He needs to survive just like any other twelve-year-old boy, which means his hands might get a little sticky. People simply do not miss what they do not know is missing. This includes even the lowest quality of food. But what about high-quality food? Would they still miss it?
Unfortunately, a certain someone believes to think so — and those sticky fingers soon wrap themselves around a situation where death's door comes knocking and a deadly conspiracy hides around the corner.
Erzo convinces himself the only path forward is revenge; both against those that deny his mischevious hands and for his mother.
Maybe a little bit of magic can go a long way. But is violence the answer?