[BOOK ONE] Every night whenever I go to sleep, it's the same. I'm looking at my hand. From my wrist to it, it's rainbow colored. I'm in the dark but the only light I have is in my hand. That was how it was. How it's always been. I wore my flag. Inside and out. My name is Desroy and may I just say that I'm so glad I went home from work that night in August. I may not have gotten any sleep but at the very least, I was rescued by two girls named Aiko and Feronia after Louko, a Grey alien tried to cut my heart out. His reason; because I had something he wanted. An ancient mystical weapon that only people like me can hold. The Hand of Yris. In Louko's hands, it could mean the enslavement of the world for reproductive purposes. Let me guarantee you, that shit ain't happenin'. Not on my watch.