2019. The year of, before, and after the BLI takeover. They took everything, destroyed everything. All colors were taken away. Clothing within the new "real world" consist of blacks and whites. Battery city being the soul of everything. Just picture it. A world so strictly colorless and heartless. Apocalyptic. Now, enter the killjoys. Those fighting the system. The ones in the colors. The ones that are to be found and eliminated, executed, ghosted; you name it. Party Poison being more or less the ring leader. Now that you've pictured that, the killjoys with their laserguns and profanities, enter in a woman. A young woman. A 19 year old girl on the run, running from the past, running from her future. Running to anywhere she may belong. She has long lost her true name. Those whom have seen her call the woman, "Shadow Shock." What, may you ask, will happen when she happens to run into these revolutionists, her facade being lost in the dust. Trigger warning: selfharm; suicidal thoughts;

It always seems as if I'm running. Running from the horrors of my past. Running from the monsters of my present. Running towards a little run down diner in my future.

She's a Drac. They're the Killjoys. Running away from problems always seemed to be the easiest option. When she realizes that life as the enemy becomes increasingly hellish, she can only turn to running away and finding the Killjoys. Escape isn't as easy as she would think, though. Through twists and turns, she'll find herself caught in a mess of dust, ray guns, and even a bit of romance.