Mike Coenac's a failure in every sense of the word. He's destitute, barely skirting along by sleeping in an empty shipping container and pushing drugs for the Merchants. His only saving grace is the Cauldron vial he's managed to chug down, giving him powers he doesn't fully understand. Bad news? Getting his powers, if they can even be called that, most definitely laid to rest any plans of staying a Merchant.

Sounds like the perfect recipe for a supervillain in the making, doesn't it? With any luck, he might live long enough to become one.