The city of New Haven is a place where the rich and the poor start a journey that will bring them peace and prosperity to their lives a place where the common man can make a living, a family, a home and a place where you can say "This is mine". The reality is its a joke and the citizens of New Haven know it because the crime rate it way too high and the government, law officials and judges are corrupt as they come with money filling their greedy pockets with back alley deals to get their friends out of jail or severely decrease the sentence if the crime was too much to stop jail time. However there is another reason why New Haven is like this because in the past there was such a thing called Hero's, men and women who populated the city and the world on a global scale to protect and serve both country, county, city and street from crime but now the word "Hero" is a myth as a newly announced Syndicate calling themselves "The Dawn" have hunted, killed and humiliated the Hero's of the word to the brink of extinction.<br/><br/>Vincent's name however had always sounded out as a beacon of hope to the people of his beloved city and served them well whenever he could, of course there were still Hero's who inhabited New Haven but now meeting others just like him who fight for justice is just a rarity.The opportunity to team up with others was demanding too much due to this Syndicate that tracked down suspicious activity to find and kill the last Hero's of New Haven. Thankfully keeping a secret identity did still save yourself and Vincent did what he does best, sit down, pull up a seat and watch his cafe pull in customers as he managed his employees and the money that made its way into his humble establishment however he always had a deep hatred for one thing, bills.<br/><br/>We find Vincent now sitting at his desk in his office on the second floor of his corner cafe, his hand on the side of his head with a nice, clean suit on, his gaze darted from one end of a page to another whilst his other hand held up the piece of paper with this months bills and though he couldn't do anything about it he always sent a response with the correct sum of money to his dept collectors, a simple, humble, smiley face.<br/><br/>The sun was in the sky with not a cloud in sight it was currently busy with folks running up and down the streets trying to get to their destinations without getting ran over by a car or shoving others but today had an energy about, the feeling was indescribable but perhaps something good was to come to pass, it would be a nice refresher, at least to Vincent.