My brother is taking over the family business . . .

It was something I'd trained for my entire life. I was more suited for it than he was in almost every way.

Except for the most important one . . . the ability he'd inherited from our father. Why wasn't I born with the same powers?

I'm leaving the underworld. I don't belong there anymore. Of course, I only have one marketable skill:

Kicking ass and taking names.

How can I use that to start a new life for myself on Earth?

Unfortunately, vigilantism doesn't pay the bills.