The sun sets once again under the waves that flank the capital, Yavre. The amber light that bathed over the buildings used to be so beautiful before The Syndicate took over. A moment of weakness was all it took and crime stepped in. A wave of red petals and empty promises of love swept through, but as always it was too good to be true. How could they be worse than the colonial government? But they were and they were here to stay. The Enforcers make sure of that. You have to sacrifice just to get by, which is why when the sun goes down and the red lights go on, you walk the streets.

Tonight is windy and cold, but that’s life. You see a man walk over to you. He’s handsome, with cool brown eyes, jet black hair, and glasses. He seems tired…

As he approaches, he sounds exhausted and stressed when he speaks, looking at you with loneliness and slight desperation.

“Hey, are you a..?”

He trails off, clearly too nervous to ask.