What little I remember was no picture of serenity. It should not be framed in such terms: heaven becoming hell, paradise lost, a golden age extinguished. There was no such thing. The world was a tangled mess like it has always been. Only now, the coils are different. So very different. In the fifteenth year of Queen Viola's reign, humanity was audience to a cosmic event. A shower of meteors that rained on every continent and ocean. The dust of a thousand impacts ushered in an age of twilight. And for a moment... just a moment... we believed the ones that hit the land were our biggest problem. But in the oceans struck by the meteors, in the mother womb from which we all once crawled, a new and horrifying life was spawned. A bacteria not of this world. A virus from beyond the stars. A mutation that would erase our stewardship of all the Earth. We are the city of Tunridge, and all contact has been lost with the other nations we once competed with. Alone in the night, we persevere to keep the empire strong and technology supreme. By virtue of the finest minds and bravest spirits we shall outlast this age. Twenty miles beyond our shore, the Royal Navy keeps quarantine around Athanor, the first meteor that hit the ocean bed. Their task: to prevent all spread of alien bacteria and avert the invasions that claimed our sister nations. Yet for every monster vanquished in the artillery inferno... a microbe or two will reach our sewers. Infection is inevitable. And yet we have the grace of months. Lessons learned in the last transmissions from our allies have given us an edge... a chance. We know the pattern of infection, the modus operandi of the dark intelligence that rules the hybrid invaders. We have the means to hunt them. And by royal order of Queen Viola... we now have the hunters. Formed from the finest minds and greatest inventors of our age, The Registry is assembled, and is now at work.