Number 15, Ballantyne Place. In the grim labyrinth of Ballantyne Place, Lewis James Miller, a razor sharp sex worker, and Dean Murphy, a volatile brute with a laughably uneven haircut, waged an unending war of power. One moonless night, Dean snarled, “You’ve crossed me for the last time, Miller!” to which Lewis replied, with a smirk as cutting as his wit, “Much like your trim, Dean, your hair it looking rather obnoxious.” The air thickened with tension as the streets braced for the clash of...