You have ancient heroes who live in the final frontier. They are everywhere. Some of them are armed and dangerous, while others have less means and just want to get through the day. But one thing they all have in common is they are all very tragic. All of them have suffered from something that no one really understands, yet each has doomed them to death at the hands of someone else’s good intentions. All of them have blood on their hands, no matter who is murdered or what the motive is. And yet, when you look into their eyes, you’ll see pure satisfaction for the way things were done to them, and for what was done in the end.