A rookie cop. A team of supernatural detectives. A vigilante kitty shifter breaking bad. My name is Cat McKenzie, and despite what people might think, I don't enjoy being chased down darkened streets at night by a ten-foot shadow man who can literally make me die of fright.Of course, that's how all this started - the discovery of an underground fight club stocked completely with supernatural slaves. The plot thickens when seemingly unlinked murders start to form a pattern I begin to recognize. A supernatural fight club, possessed berserkers and an accidental enslavement, I'm pretty sure I'm getting Punk'd by life right now and I'd like to call cut on this scene.