History always repeats itself. No matter who wins or loses. It will always repeat if the same actions of greed and pride are followed. In the city of Taros, this was the same fate. The government only supporting the rich and powerful. Those of lower class falling into despair and lose all hope. But those who believe in the cause of the light…will fate change? Will this city of darkness finally see the sunlight again?

In a dark part of town, a bar sits almost empty on a late evening. The Broken Halo. A man sat at the bar, reading over files on the bar top and humming to himself. This was Bane Clawson. He was huge and clearly seen combat. He was handsome apart from a scar across his left eye. 

Serving as bartender was a striking red head with curves men die for and bright green eyes. She was humming with Bane as she was cleaning the glasses. Scarlet O’Hara. They were waiting for the rest of their cause to arrive, including the mystery boss that no one had seen. 

Bane glanced up at the clock and frowned. “They are running late…”