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Dying isn't the worst thing. Isabel Nystrome's husband, Eddy, stole money from the Vegas casino he fronted and the syndicate owned. That is how it all started. When the syndicate found out, they sent in Reverend Party...with his chainsaw...with his acid...with his smooth words and his darkness. Oh God, the darkness. The chainsaw was for Eddy. The acid was a departing gift for the beautiful Isabel. Now., she...needs a face. Who better to provide that face than her twin sister? After all, she wasn't using it. She was nothing more than a cryogenically preserved head, floating in a locker...near her husband's bed.