Here in this wicked world of wasted opportunities and distant rebellions: On a barren, wasteland of a planet known as Earth, two very different and very unique individuals will meet and join forces against something far beyond their expectations. This world has grown accustomed to magic and darkness; demons, kitsune, vampires, werewolves, and any number of other imaginary and spectacular beasts wait in the dismal and foreboding homes of their kind. Some walk among the human cattle they usually feed upon, and others linger in the shadows waiting to strike. Humans have begun their research into scientific advancement; from gunpowder to medicine, and yet they still fall so far behind the magically inclined that some believe the effort futile and wasted. As if they could ever amount to more than but a few tinkerers in comparison to those who could move the earth underfoot with but a thought... 

Others however, claim humanity shall only live on if they move away from the tortured existence held together by magical arts, and gain independence from the damned beasts that hide everywhere. Whether they are right or wrong is of no concern, as the world still spins no matter what, and the clock still ticks closer to that midnight hour for all. 

In a bar; full of drunken patrons, fetid bar wenches, and the creatures suited for life among mortals, two 'men' take a seat at the counter beside one another, and a quick glance at one another is all they share for the longest time. One, a monk, drinks a few drinks, bows to the bartender without so much as a word spoken, while the other seems to guzzle down the liquor without so much as breaking a sweat. The two come from vastly different worlds, from far apart nations and ideals, but something about the bar and the lateness of the hour, seems to slowly draw them to the same conclusion... 

Something is wrong in the little desert oasis...

[hider=The Overall Storyline, Chapter One] A new chemical has popped up on the market; pushed out by thugs, and tools of the underground. The alchemical substance is used primarily to get people addicted and drive them to fight over it, but in high doses or in more pure forms it increases adrenaline output to ridiculous levels. So much so that those under its influence are actually capable of feeling no pain, and their brains are left to rot while they act on hate-driven instinct and raw violent tendencies. This drug is but the first step for the major drug runners' overall plan, and yet it is all the world has seen yet. More may be in store, as the dark eyed human hinted at by his appearance and calm demeanor, but waiting and seeing what comes will be essential.[/hider]