The Syndicate took his wings, his sight...and, they thought, his will to live.

But bats are great survivors.

Stoker was fitted with technology to replace what had been taken, in shady back-alley cybernetics shops. He hunted down every last member of the Syndicate and drained their delicious neural energy, finding it even more satisfying than blood.

But he couldn't return to the life he'd once known. He was a freak, and forever would he remain that way. Now he stalks the titanium canyons of the megalopolis, driven by his unnatural thirst.