When hope was almost gone, the stories began.
Whispers in shelters.
Rumors carried by traders.
Graffiti painted on ruined walls.
A warrior had been seen crossing the wastelands.
Not human.
Not machine.
Something older.
Something better.
He walked alone through the rain.
Through the darkness.
Through the fear that had consumed Vancouver.
The Dragon ruled the sky.
But the streets belonged to someone else now.
The Samurai Cat had arrived.
And the city was no longer defenseless.