A young man, not much more than a boy, wakes in a cold sweat, already beginning to forget what he had seen. He is blessed with dazzling insight, but struggles to understand even the most basic of human activities. There are those who would use him for their own ends, and those who would try and help him, but can he tell them apart? Is there even any difference between the two?
Another man, only slightly older than the first, has been rescued from years of cruel subjugation to an unnatural mistress. His saviours have broken down the magic that bound his will, but in exchange he has become one of them, indoctrinated into a cult not unlike those that he hunts. For now he retains his humanity, but already the cracks are starting to appear, changing him in ways that he cannot imagine.
An ex-soldier, the victim of a program that went horribly wrong, is approached by someone who claims he knows what happened. Before long he's been dragged back in, digging up ghosts from the past that his superiors would rather were left buried. His conscience is split between his loyalty to his country and compassion for his fellow man. But he's not alone, there are others like him who have been discarded when they were no longer useful.
A newcomer to the city, a foreigner, although he has kin here. He'd like to think he understands the things that he hunts, and perhaps he does, for he is close enough to becoming one. So far his job has been an easy one, but it is only just beginning, and the further he goes the more difficult the choices will become.
None of them know each other, at least for now, but they have one thing in common. In a city full of darkness they need all the help they can get, and they will stand and fall with those that they call their comrades.