Down on my luck, my plan was to stay out of trouble. Fate had other ideas, though and tossed me like a piece of meat right in front of a coldblooded mobster.

I didn’t plan for the bullet to hit me. I wanted to save him, that’s all.

Now, I’m gunshot and the only one who can care for me is a towering, pitiless machine of a man. His name is Phantom. He looks like a shade, acts like a specter but he says I’m his angel.

And he has no intentions of setting me free.