In the first years of the twenty-first century, a third world war broke out. Those of us who survived knew mankind could never survive a fourth, that our own volatile natures could simply no longer be risked.
For years I’ve tried to infiltrate an agent into the underground, until it hit me. In order to pass undetected into their midst, in order to be trusted …
If you don’t show more respect you’ll end up exiled in the darklands.
Let me tell you something.
