Synopsis: Renegade City. Futurist Gothika. Mecca of the damned. Where uber rock-band, Origin, is deified and the world's dark sub-cultures coexist under the umbrella faith of 'Belief'. But Roses, the great, Gothic messiah is dead, the tribes are in turmoil, and Renegade's own home-bred rebels, the Drifters, are quickly becoming a law unto themselves. The last thing that Druid, Origin's drummer and reclusive high lord of the Drathcor, wants to do is hunt his brother's killer, especially since he's not so sure of foul play, or even the purity of his motives. Against all of his expectations, however, he is soon embroiled with the underbelly of dissension, dirty politics, and a non-believer as jaded with Renegade's great and secret show as he is - a black-eyed girl called Jezebel. Druid is tasked with saving the whole city. Street punk, Jezebel will settle for saving her brother. Ever since Harish got in touch with his inner-animal and left her with the scars to prove it, she has made it her quest to return him to the fold. One bleak winter's night, she succeeds in tracking him to the festering Gothic ruin of the south watchtower, home to the very same ghosts that Druid is chasing, and Harish's new family, a biker's chapter of Skinwalkers. Trouble is, they're a violent breed. Joining a black parade of freaks, geeks, and greebos, this living god and living-dead girl find their paths interlinked for a series of cataclysmic events that will tear at mutual bonds, unmask fresh hate, and forge new breeds of magick.