Prologue: The City of Rain
Introduction to Seattle, 2035—a city drowning in chaos, uncertainty, and perpetual rain.
The aftermath of the second global pandemic (C-23) and the political assassination that shook the nation.
Society is fractured; the government has lost control, and people struggle to survive in a world where law and order are relics of the past.
The old idea of heroes is dead—there are no caped saviors, only those trying to find their own way.
Prologue: The City of Rain
Seattle, 2035
They call it The City of Rain. Not because of the weather, though the storm clouds seem to linger longer than they should. Not because of the endless drizzle that slicks the pavement, washing away the blood before the city can even remember the names of the dead.
No—Seattle is called The City of Rain because of the way grief falls here. Heavy. Relentless. Soaking into the streets, the buildings, the people.
No one talks about the way things used to be. Not anymore. The past is a rumor, whispered by the desperate and the dying. The second pandemic—C-23—made sure of that. It didn’t just take bodies. It took order. It took hope.
And then the assassination of the President, midway through his second term, set fire to what was left of America. The riots weren’t protests anymore. They were wars, fought block by block. The National Guard tried to contain it, but after the government collapsed, they were just another faction in a city ruled by power struggles.
Seattle, once a place of tech giants and innovation, became a graveyard for the future. Entire districts were swallowed by the remains of failed quarantine zones—some abandoned, others burned to the ground. The people left behind? The ones who couldn’t buy their way to safety? They learned to fend for themselves.
And in this city, where the rain never stops falling, some of them fight for more than survival.
They don’t wear capes. They don’t have emblems or secret identities. They aren’t heroes in the way people used to believe in them.
They’re just lost souls, trying to find a path in a world that’s still deciding what it’s going to become.
Until then, they will be there. In the shadows. In the alleys. In the spaces between the crumbling system and whatever comes next.
Don’t call them superheroes.
No… you can call them The Vvaywards.