Normal is relative, not universal. But in one single night, my entire philosophy on "normal" is changed forever. One near death experience and one suicidal cat later... Four mysterious men show up on my doorstep. The leader. The suit. The tech guru. The quiet enigma. They're not with the police. They're not even much older than I am. So who the hell are they? Who do they work for and why do they need my help to track down a dangerous thief? My entire life thus far has been based on survival. If they're willing to lift me out of the gutter, then I guess I've not no choice but to play the part. They can keep their secrets ... for now.