The End had begun, and it all started with a pillar of smoke. It rose peaceful enough from the charred rubble that was once the Empire State building, and spiraled into the clouds. There it slowly dissipated and then vanished.
The Rooks and the Agents never would have guessed that their long lasting rivalry would lead to New York's demise, or perhaps maybe they would have been more careful about how they went about their dirty business. But then again, maybe they wouldn't have cared. They seldom did.
Ten days after the famous building was bombed and had crumbled into a pile of dust, the Rooks declared war on our city.
Before we begin, several things must first be addressed.
This isn't a love story.
This isn't a story where one underdog rises to a hero.
No, this is a story about a group of friends who find strength through their pain.
This is a story of Outcasts.
