• Page 1
    This page should be an opening shot, far above New York City and looking down onto it. Clouds are rolling by in the sky, and everything seems to be perfectly normal. It is early dusk, the sun is setting

    Off screen voice: “It’s done. You don’t have anything to worry about. He won’t be bothering anybody ever again.”

    Caption: Monsters. A word with a very controversial meaning. As adults, monsters are cruel people, people who do wrong things, and hurt others. People who have no morals, and use the lives of others to further their own causes.

    Monsters don’t exist in any other form to adults. The only monsters that need to be feared are the ones either behind bars, or on their way there.

    But is that all the word means?


    Page 2
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    This first panel should be the entire height of the page, but only half the width. It shows the length of a street in the slums of New York City, viewing from the middle of the street at a decent height, angled and looking down. In the middle of the panel, on the right hand sidewalk, a man is walking towards us. This man is Walker. All that can be seen of him is his trench coat adn the hilt of a katana sticking up over his right shoulder, it is dark in the street, the lamps are starting to light up, but most of them are broken. Many of the buildings sag under their own weight, their windows boarded up, some of the doors are missing off the hinges of a few buildings. Several are apartment buildings, almost all have a set of stairs leading down the outside to a door beneath the main porch, where old apartments once were. Police tape stretches over a few doors, the faint chalk outline visible on the closest one, the only memory of where a body was found, almost free of the building that was his or her death.

    Caption: Children know what the word really means, for children are the only ones to truly see the monsters as they are. Children are pure and innocent, untainted by life, and so what we deny they are more than willing to accept.

    As adults, we forget what once lurked beneath our beds and in our closets. We deny the things that go bump in the night. The rattling of chains is pushed away for the clink of money, and the pretense of power.

    The fear of being seen as less powerful, of weak, allows us to hide from the thought of monsters. We are too important to be bothered by “imaginary” things.

    But there are those who do remember, those few adults who know the truth. Monsters are very real.

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    This panel is the top of two panels on the right hand side of the page. It is a closer view of Walker, from above his right shoulder and in front of him. In this scene we should be able to see his sword sticking up off his back , the dragon hilt’s red eyes seeming to glow in the dark shadows between the buildings. His face is still too hidden in shadows yet to be seen, but the hint of dark sunglasses might be seen on his face.

    Caption: A new type of person has emerged, a hunter. Someone who knows the truth through their own experiences or the experiences of others close to them. Someone who has seen what lies in the dark.

    Some of these Hunters have joined together, formed alliances and organizations. Some of the groups are even funded by the government. As long as society is kept in the dark of their existence, and the existence of their prey.

    But few are aware of the societies and communities that make up these so called ”monsters”

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    A close up of the pocket of Walker’s trench coat, with one hand pulling out of it, holding a silver lighter with a werewolf howling at the moon engraved on it. The trench coat is black, and the hand is covered in a black glove.

    Caption: As a race, they call themselves Para-sapiens, or Para-humans. These are all the werewolves and orcs, elves and vampires, gnomes and gargoyles.

    Not all of these para’s are evil, most only try to survive in a world that does not even recognize them. And among the hunters, there is only one they truly respect, one man who treats them no differently than any other person he meets.