Along the limits of the metropolis a thunderstorm boomed. It stretched forward trying to breach the city. It was vast. A sea of rolling clouds of ashen gray. Itâ€™s daunting darkness blanketing a cloak over all. The lights of the city twinkling through the slight mist. Lightning spread across the sky, and a loud boom of thunder roared. Shadows fell from the sky. Skyrocketing from the clouds down to the cold concrete below. They landed in individual parts of the cities. The Collectors were here.<br/><br/>The shadows were soul collectors. Collectors over a controlled city. No one could enter, and no one could leave this urban jail. People who dreamed of a land beyond the guarded walls of imprisonment, often fell prey to the shadows. There was a clan of people, they called themselves the Rebellion. They believed in a better world. One without walls and boundaries. Their goal was to leave the walls of Drial. However, whenever a Rebel got close to the answer of freedom, a shadow would take them away. Rebel's collected would be given a choice. They could join the shadows, or die a most painful death. Soul stealing was collectors death of choice. For with every soul collected the shadows became stronger. The shadows were an army of the cityâ€™s creation. An army that grew everyday. Only one man, a man named Cedric Fletcher, held an iron fist over all the shadows, and all the city.<br/><br/>****************************************************************************************************<br/><br/>Thunder bellowed again louder. A sharp knock fell upon Rileyâ€™s door. He grunted not wanting to leave his bed. He listened to the rain focusing on every single droplet that hit his colossal bedroom window. He took a deep breath.<br/><br/>The knocking became more harsh as it rattled the door. He sighed rubbing his hands over his face in irritation. He could never get a descent nights sleep in his own house. He rose out of bed grabbing his gun on the side table. He checked to see if it was loaded. It was. He took the safety off as he walked to the front door. He grabbed the door knob. It was cold to the touch. His eyes widened. Words echoed to him.<br/><br/>â€œTime to escape the clutches of the name utopia. The bottom line is, itâ€™s time to pay. This is war...â€<br/>Everything stopped, all wrapped into darkness. Riley stood in the palm of a time paradox. He screamed, but his voice got lost into the distance. He stumbled around, was he trapped forever?<br/>â€œFind the passion of freedom...â€ Words echoed again.<br/><br/>Riley snapped out of it. He took a deep breath shaking his head trying to get his ears to stop ringing. He looked at the digital clock on the white wall. Only a minute had passed. He proceeded to open the door calmly and collectively, despite what had just happened. He could show no weakness. Not to whoever was on the outside of his door.