Abandoned as a newborn, a boy grows up in an orphanage. No one knows who he is or where he came from . . . except for an invisible presence that steals his sleep and gobbles his dreams.
The boy roams the city, a mouse on the streets of Vancouver, living by his own rules under the wing of a charismatic grifter. When a terrorist attack destroys the global supply chain, it turns cities into wastelands. Society bleeds into anarchy, and to survive, his rules need to change.
Panopticon rises to power, a shadow regime exercising control through surveillance and the occasional act of erasure. The mouse is now a man, recruited as an invisible assassin in their fishbowl world. It’s an almost perfect life for him, becoming whoever they need him to be. Until he’s nearly decapitated by a strange woman with an even stranger proclamation of looming Armageddon. She offers him a choice: help her destroy Panopticon or watch the world sink into oblivion.
The assassin is used to being alone—prefers it actually—after all, he’s been a very bad man, but somehow along the way he’s accumulated a bunch of misfits he’s started to care about.
In the shadows, the presence has bided its time, armed with a secret. A name that will invite a reckoning.
Abandoned as a newborn, a boy grows up in an orphanage. No one knows who he is or where he came from . . . except for an invisible presence that steals his sleep and gobbles his dreams.
The boy roams the city, a mouse on the streets of Vancouver, living by his own rules under the wing of a charismatic grifter. When a terrorist attack destroys the global supply chain, it turns cities into wastelands. Society bleeds into anarchy, and to survive, his rules need to change.
Panopticon rises to power, a shadow regime exercising control through surveillance and the occasional act of erasure. The mouse is now a man, recruited as an invisible assassin in their fishbowl world. It’s an almost perfect life for him, becoming whoever they need him to be. Until he’s nearly decapitated by a strange woman with an even stranger proclamation of looming Armageddon. She offers him a choice: help her destroy Panopticon or watch the world sink into oblivion.
The assassin is used to being alone—prefers it actually—after all, he’s been a very bad man, but somehow along the way he’s accumulated a bunch of misfits he’s started to care about.
In the shadows, the presence has bided its time, armed with a secret. A name that will invite a reckoning.