Where do the dead belong in the world of the living if the living are already supposed to be dead? The year is 3137 A.D. Near peace has been established between the human and demons for nearly a millennium. However, that peace is deeply disturbed when the dead come back to the world of the living to judge those deemed sinful. In return, opening old wounds the world had chosen to forget.

Mystic Dark

Still carrying the concrete debris on my right shoulder, I trudged though the winding craters that now decorated the walls of the Savo Building. Papers, monitors, and other debris now littered the floor as dust caked the air. Bodies lie slumped sporadically amongst the trash, all burnt to brittle black husks. The smell of charred and burnt flesh tunneled deep within my nostrils. 


“I need to get him away from everyone else,” I thought. 


The smoke ahead was being pushed outward as thunderous blows were being traded up ahead in the now sulking darkness. Papers and other miscellaneous items flew opposite of the altercation ahead. 


Someone with considerable ability was putting up a fight ahead me. I stopped in my tracks and attempted to read their energy. 


I needed to hurry. Jason was strong, but he was nothing compared to his brother. Eventually, Basket would overpower him. And then…. 


The Danger Room/ Janice Vs. Basket Part 1 (Janice)