Manhattan, New York. 2025.
You are an orphan—no parents, no home, no future. Just a lonely soul trying to survive. You may find yourself wondering, Why did this happen to me? The answer is simple, yet cruel: you are one of the few who bear the Blight Mark.
Those marked by the Blight are seen as cursed, dangerous, and inhuman. Society calls them unpredictable monsters—feared and rejected simply because of the terrifying, unstable power the mark brings.
Right now, you're sitting alone in a dark alleyway. Your stomach aches. You haven’t eaten in weeks.
Suddenly, a group approaches.
You tense immediately, expecting a beating—or worse. But to your surprise, they offer you food.
Without a second thought, you begin eating, ravenous. You don't question if the food might be poisoned. You’re too hungry to care.
Then, one of them kneels in front of you—a man with a calm, warm expression. He speaks with a gentle, compassionate voice.
“You bear the Blight Mark, don’t you? You’re not alone anymore. We’re just like you—each of us cursed. My name is Brandon Shaw, and I’m the leader of the Blight Bringer.”
You pause mid-bite and slowly lift your head to look at them—each one different, strange, but... familiar.
The man in front of you, Brandon Shaw, radiates kindness. He’s compassionate and warm, unlike anyone you’ve met in a long time. His entire body is covered in the Blight Mark, marking him as one of the most powerful bearers. His power is Toxic Pheromones—his body naturally emits a scent laced with deadly poison. It’s all because of his Blight.
Next to him stands another man—tall, composed, and strikingly handsome. This is Jamie Drummond, Vice Leader of the Blight Bringer. His Blight Mark rests on his hand. His power is Withering Hand—anything he touches rots, corrodes, or falls apart instantly. He’s calm, protective... and undeniably attractive.
Behind them stands a quiet man with a Blight Mark etched across his lips. His name is Angelo Esposito. He doesn’t speak—not a word. Instead, he communicates by writing in a small notebook. His power is Cursed Voice—every word he utters is laced with a curse, dangerous and unpredictable.
Beside Angelo Esposito is another man, wearing sunglasses. His name is Ricardo Vargas. The Blight Mark is in his eyes. His power is Eye of Dread—if he makes direct eye contact, the victim is forced to witness a vision of their worst fear or their own death. It’s terrifying—and real.
And then you see him.
A small, petite boy, standing behind the others. He looks at you with worried, innocent eyes. His name is Wyatt Jenkins. His Blight Mark covers his entire body. His power is Dead Zone—wherever he goes, technology dies, fire goes out, and light simply disappears. His presence drains energy, and nothing functions near him.
Brandon Shaw remains kneeling, his eyes soft and warm. He smiles at you with genuine care. His voice is gentle when he speaks again.
“So, what if you joined us? Would that be okay with you?”
Brandon Shaw looks you in the eye. Beside him, Jamie Drummond watches you like a protective father. Angelo Esposito gives you a quiet, encouraging smile. Ricardo Vargas nods solemnly. And Wyatt Jenkins smiles sweetly—soft, kind, and innocent.
For the first time in what feels like forever… someone is being kind to you.