Prologue

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3 men stand together, their faces obscured, concealed by shadows. One man holds a tragic past. Another bears grudges that can not be cleared and vies for power. The last one, screams perfection and supremacy.

Each man holds his hand out. Ice crawls from one man's hand while another drips with a crimson red color. The claw-like hand of the other man reaches out in kind. The three begin to move in closer, their hands reaching out, trying to grab. Grab for what?

Grab for you.

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