The nighttime air was humid. A steady wind whirls ferociously and hurls sandy debris everywhere. A set of predator’s eyes emerge from the darkness, attentive and unwavering. Rumer has the innate ability to metamorphosize into myth and that myth into legend, as slowly the embodiment of its origin can barely be recognizable against the mythology that it now embodies, which created the humans fear of darkness in the first place.

The myth had many versions, but it went something like this: All fled in fear when his name was spoken. His name is Clover. With his multitude of skilled characteristics, Clover was the ultimate nocturnal predator.

In this Post-Apocalyptic landscape, humanity is on the brink of annihilation and only Clover a bioengineered assassin designed by the notorious Corporation stands between its survival and total annihilation. Two adversaries stand on opposite sides, waiting in anticipation to engage one another, with humanity stuck right in the middle. Only one adversary would survive this cataclysmic struggle for survival. Which side would endure and would humanity even survive the bloodbath to come, was yet to be determined.

The ultimate question would be, would Clover stand as humanities’ salvation or watch it wither into oblivion?