O villain, villain, smiling, damned villain!
What drives a man to such darkness? To forsake his banner of hope and justice and take up the mantle villainous? What could make a youth of such promise and strength become a figure that revels so in fear and havoc?
Nothing short of the most burning vengeance, tempered by the very fires of hell and the dire necessity of concealment.
Battered and broken, nursing wounds of deep, bitter loss, a good man must hide himself 'neath the mask of villain, as he undermines the rule of a 'Savior' choking the life out of the innocent.
A new persona, a new role to play as he struts his bloody hour upon the stage. He leads a band of Korps rebels operating under the cover of a new villainous banner, striking at weakpoints, dismantling suerveillance networks, gradually breaking the Saviour's grip upon the city.
But is this just a crafted performance, or is the man behind the mask already lost to madness?
No... there is no man behind the mask.
Jacob Kurt is dead.
All that remains are his nightmares.