The year is 2084.

The Second Civil War ripped what was once the United States of America at the seams. What was the land of opportunity is now a place of dark skies and towering buildings. What was once America is now divided in the Old and the New.

We are here in the New World, in the city of Esthesia

They survive by their wits, during the day.

Each night they die in the nightclubs, to be reborn again in the morning.

Their lives are a never ending circle of daytime drudgery and nighttime pleasures.

But we are different.

We are the providers of their nighttime pleasures.

Without us, they are nothing.

We are. . .