Born into destitute servitude. Born in the gutter of obscurity. Born into a gilded cage of privilege. Our beginnings may have been different, but we had all experienced the cold hand of darkness that existed in the world. We saw the monsters who wore the masks of men. They were dressed in blood, desecrated innocence, and embodied greed. We thought we knew who the kings of this dark world were. We blindly believed we were only a move behind them, and that we could take control of the game rigged in their favour, and win. Faced with choices we never expected and betrayal at every turn, we can't afford to lose. Time is running out. We won't let them win—no matter the cost.