Preface: Blind Obsession.

Shortly after the time of sickness known as "Bestian Genesis" the world was in a massive reconstructive phase which left little money to go towards the advancement of science. The convenience of technology and pharmaceuticals only added to the effects of the Bestian virus.

One paranormal scientist, Dr. Franklin T. Messor, hypothesized that humans could gain a form of sight which would allow them to view the ethereal realm. Dr. Messor believed that in the middle of battling the Bestian Virus humans had gone through an evolutionary process which allowed their brains to pick up a new frequency. This frequency would eventually come to be known as the "Messor frequency." It is at this frequency that the spiritual realm vibrates making it virtually invisible and intangible to most human brains which could not interpret the signals.

Dr. Messor sought to expose this hidden realm of being. Dr. Messor's life was consumed by this realm that no one could see. Dr. Messor was backed into a corner by the government and eventually his funding was cut. Dr. Messor's practice was considered heiracy and he was blackballed from most research facilities.

After disappearing for six years Dr. Messor reemerged with a new hypothesis. Dr. Messor speculated that near death experiences could trigger what he called "ethereal perception." With no funding and nowhere to conduct his research Dr. Messor began to experiment on his wife and children. Everyday Dr. Messor would bind his loved ones; testing the boundaries of their fear in order to activate the latent part of their brain.

Dr. Messor's children died as a result of his experiments and his wife became extremely sick. Dr. Messor was over come with grief, but he was determined to continue; he wouldn't let his family's lives be wasted. Dr. Messor's wife continued to get sicker. Dr. Messor could not take the heart ache and he gave up his experiments. He had a new goal; saving his wife from the brink of death. However, due to his experiments his wife's death became inevitable.

Dr. Messor couldn't live with himself after having killed his family and gained nothing from it. He threw himself off a sky scraper. He thought he would soon be with his wife and children but he was wrong. Dr. Messor found himself banished from both heaven and hell for all eternity as punishment for playing God. Dr. Messor's soul walks the earth hoping to be seen by someone; finally proving his theory right.

Intro: The Arrest

An empty city rests quietly under the darkness of night. An eerie wind howls through the alleyways and nothing is heard but the faint sound of rain.

Suddenly a trashcan is knocked over and a older man comes running through the alleyway. The man is screaming for help but his cries spark no response. Nothing stirs but the man's thoughts.

"What will I do? Where can I go?"

An onslaught of footsteps edge closer to the man.

The man sees a woman in the distance and runs towards her. The old man fall to his knees and begs for her help. The woman is startled.

"What's going on?"
"Reapers..."

The footsteps are louder than ever. Suddenly the footsteps disappear. Two men in dark green cloaks spring out from the darkness and grab the old man on both sides.

A third man suddenly appears behind the woman. This man's cloak is a crimson color with white trim along the sleeves. The man looks down at the woman through his hood.

"We'll take it from here ma'am,"

The woman jets forward as she is surrounded by these cloaked men.

"What are you going to do to him?"

One of the green cloaked men looks her dead in the eyes.

"That's not your concern"

The two green cloaked men drag the old man back towards the shadows. The man is kicking and screaming. The woman is frozen; eyes wide in a state of shock.

"I can't go, I can't! I'm not finished! Someone help!"

The man's screams fade in the distance. The man in the crimson cloak puts his hand on the woman's shoulder.

"There's nothing to worry about, we'll escort him through the gate and it will all be over."

The woman knocks his hand off her shoulder and spits in his face.

"You reapers are all the same... you don't care about us, you act like you are preserving human life and protecting us from the the shadows but that's bullshit!

The man in the man in the Crimson cloak wipes his face; maintaining a callous expression. The woman gets close to the man's face.

"Do you even remember what it's like to be human? Huh? Fucking reaper? How could you drag that man off like that? He may be a shadow but there was no need to run him down like that."

The man remains expressionless as he turns his back to the woman.

"Those are the rule. Human or not, those who disrupt the tranquility of our society must go to the Gate. We Messors are here for your protection. Show some respect."

The woman scoffs and starts to walk away. She stops suddenly and turns her head towards the Messor.

"What's the old saying? 'You reap what you sow?' Well, I hope you burn in hell... reaper."

The woman resumes walking. The Messor steps back and disappears into the darkness.