Prologue: A Small Thunderclap

When a particularly strong rainstorm hits the smaller and lesser known areas of Chicago, no one seems to pay it very much mind. Neither did twenty-six year-old Pete Wentz until someone knocked on his door.

A man around his age came to his apartment, soaked from the rain. There's only one odd thing about this man besides his torn clothes, scratched up skin, and one broken leg that stood out; there are two very obvious, and strangely identical burns on his back, right on top of his shoulder blades.