A story about a white feather that drifted innocently to the floor, because the man that was holding it died.

Life is dangerous in the New York Underground, a parallel to the buisness world. If you're big in the underground, wealth will work its way to your buisness. If you fail there, your buisness will run into the ground. If you want to get anywhere, you call in help. You hire an assassin. And, if you just happen to hire a certain assassin named Brittany, you'll get us, too. I'm Lux, short for luxury, my addiction. I help get "missions" done. It used to be just Brittany and me, until he came along and screwed everything up. Jason is assistant #2, and the new kid. He's a college student who helps out with planning and technical work. He's not proud of it, but has to do it. And he makes sure that I feel like a monster for doing it willingly. With attacks coming from the enemy and each other, keeping your cool is anything but easy. Trust me.

(ON HOLD/HIATUS) They seem to know everything about me. Where I came from. Who my family is. Who I am. The only thing left secret is my name. To them, I am Periculum, just Periculum, for I am told I am lesser than them. They tell me I am the only one alive.. they tell me to join them. Join their cause. I .. I can't do that.. It's inhuman. Needless to say, they are not human themselves..