Growing up destitute, with not even a penny to your name makes you desperate. But growing up destitute and in a hub of vice and sin, makes you immune to the wickedness the world has to offer. Kill or be killed. That's a mantra for those that get dealt a shitty hand in life. Everyday is a struggle. A struggle to live. To endure. To survive. You can't rely on anyone for even a hint of kindness. The sooner you learn this, the better off you'll be in the long run. For seven outcasts though. Trusting each other was the only choice they could make. A genius with a mistrust for the world. A dreamer that just wants to find his own place in life. A hellion that wants to play. A fighter with a passion in his heart. A dancer with a painful past. A skeptic with demons of his own. And a dropout who deals with dead bodies. This gang might not be the first ones that try to conquer the world. But they will be the first ones that come damn near close enough. But when the blood runs deep and thick. And the clock starts ticking on them, they will find themselves clinging to the only people they can truly count on. Themselves.