In the small, and quiet town of Jackson, a meteor strikes. This is not what leads to the planets doomed ultimate demise.

What really does mankind in as a whole starts with what is currently crawling from the wreckage of a fallen star...

Ash smears across the young man’s features. His long silver hair has fallen from its usual up-do, cascading in oily locks to frame his face. He wears a tight red dress with stilettos and fishnets to match.

"What the actual fuck." Atlas gasps, teetering on his feet. His eyes meet yours across the field and he staggers towards you.