Prologue
In the concourse of an intimidating building that reached high into the sky, a large group of protesters began to rage out of control.
“I thought it was a good idea,” Joshua lamented, “that I could show others the virtues of altruism and change the world, but I’m just a kid.”
A protester used the butt of her placard to smash an illuminated sign which read THE NOWELL CORPORATION.