Alison lost her mother to a deadly virus. No one knows what the virus is or how to cure it, all they know is that it's getting out of control.

We're not normal. We're different. Because of our abilities we've been labeled as threats. We're the next step in human evolution.

A world of war and pain. A soul of evil and revenge. A forest of dark secrets and nightmares. Not a single tear of light shed upon The Prophets, only a future of hell. What even made them this way? What made them the monsters under a bed? What made them the lurking shadows in the corner? What turned them into Death itself?