Adrenaline coursed through Nova. A thin layer of sweat covered the nape of her neck. She was running through the forest near the city. Something was chasing her. Kicking her legs harder she forced herself to run faster. Her breath came in short gaps, her calves burned, her breath forming clouds in the air. What was it? Aiden. He looked around the ceiling that was black charred from the fire, his eyes were wide with fright. His skin had turned a pale color, his hair sticking to his forehead as sweat dripped down. Laying his head back slowly, he rested his eyes. Before he closed his eyes for the final time, he smiled and soon slipped away into his endless sleep, surrounded by flaming flames. The world isn't what it seems, it's divided good and bad. Follow these two characters on their journey as they figure out their real selves, and their purpose.