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, en...
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 fi...