Machines of the Occultus.

Kyla Lillias, born of a disposition. To what ever trauma was manifested from her childhood, she cannot see any future, beyond a moment within a day. Her memory resets, confined to the splinters of time. The past fragmented, she relies on what her late father taught her. To maintain the Graft, raised by a single father an old school hustler. To set the play in a day, use what was deemed as a flaw when she was analyzed at school as a young girl and focus on her narrow frames of time. Use what could be a disadvantaged as an advantage. Survive. Without succumbing to the reliance of being exploited. That many women, with a similarity to Kyla's childhood misfortune, would use and inevitable fall. Kyla has rolled the dice and played the card, the tricks that her father taught her, as he resides in her thoughts. Her only mentor. The play is set. She has just released her debut book, whilst setting up a literary agent, the city begins to fall into an economic recession. Yet, her life from past to present has always being on the outside and looking in, the rises and flows of their world are meaningless to Kyla, unless she can scalp just enough to get buy - till the next grift is set. Calling her self a Neuro-paranormal investigator, she doesn't believe in ghosts. But, she thinks of her father's street cunning. As the pressure of just trying to make it to the next day mounts, strange events are occurring within the city. It is until she receives a call from an elderly woman to report a phantasm that has appeared in her old apartment..."

The Asynchronous Complex: Graft of Shadows.

Ronan Damyn born and bred in New York City, sits at a local bar, looking to broker a piece of art from a mysterious artist. Whilst thinking about the strange events that he had recently witnessed. He never gradated high school, nor went to College or held down a so called respectable job. Knowing who he is and where he is from, what is taught on the streets will always be real. That time is short and the trade runs both ways. The positive and negative end up being the same. He's now in his late forties, learned from the masters of yesteryear how to sleight the hand, hook a deal and move on to the next. Moving around the city, the only place he has ever known. But, as the years have passed he feels a weariness creep over him. While the past begins to fray and the new seems to be all that's left. Ronan is one of the last street Grifters from a bygone era. On the eve of an aging Russian mobster about to be released from prison, Ronan is embarking, what maybe his final Grift. Taught never to plan, but just to set it in place. He has attained, without bidding, a discarded storage unit. As the time-lines of coincidence begin to merge, a young woman, seemingly homeless, has appeared in another part of the city. Her only recollection of memory is a single key that she carries. The Asynchronous Complex: Graft of Shadows, is the fuse of a past and present..."

Aesthetics of the Pandemonium.

Nyxi Monica, sitting at park bench, watching the sunset. Looks down at her tattooed hands, more so her recent tattoo. The first letter of the Hebrew alphabet, on her right index finger. Inspired by an old fable, when god was to choose the first Hebrew letter. He summoned the most silent and humble one as the beginning. She continues to try and ponder fate and time, refusing to allow predicaments of her past to hinder life in the present. But the weight of an inundated world continues to bear down. Living only for the next day, Nyxi's life is the city, removing its color to a monotone resonance. The discipline of remaining detached. A necessity for survival, but it comes with a fine tuned balance of being all and nothing. Unsure if she summered a Wraith named Sitri or that he was manifested..."