Introduction

No mourners, no funerals.

It passed for good luck.

As if every criminal didn't know its true meaning, that they were nothing but barrel rats crawling through the gutter. They said it, as if they didn't know that one day, they would die and the world would not bat a lash. Not a single person would care, mourn or cry. The barrel rats were an infestation, a mass of scrabbling bodies all fighting to survive. They knew better then to let their hopes be high, or their hearts be as soft as their hide.

No mourners, no funerals.

Criminals have an interesting sense of humor, don't you think, dear readers?

Cover and description by @Night_Shadowedcat