Since the dawn of time, a perfect and unchallenged cycle, of growth and evolution has reigned within the universe. Stars were formed, the heavens were created. Worlds of beauty and prosperity were scattered throughout the cosmos. All had followed the idea of a perfect beginning, to an eventual perfect ending. However, things don't always go as planned. Mankind has settled into the idea, that reguardless of what they do, of who they hurt...they can be forgiven, by sitting in a box and confessing all their sins, or waiting for another Messiah to come down and atone for them. When a man was killed, he was killed and left in the epitamy of rage and emptyness. The power of emotion is so strong, that, though leading a good life, he did not qualify for Heaven due to his impurities, but he was not allowed in Hell, because of the threat that he presented to the Prince of Darkness. He was given a job, instead, to roam the earth. The job was simple. This is to be the final count, the final hours...The Final Atonement for the human race. This action would be held through a Krysis, who was restored to life, and walks the earth unbound by the rules of mortal men, in search of the wicked and the impure. Mankind will now be held responsible for their own actions. For their own sins. For their own soul poisonings...