The Wraith may have once roamed the streets but not anymore. There are no more midnight killings or thefts from the Fey. There hasn't been for a year. But what happens when the wealthy ruling class decide to use the power they so carefully locked up. Will it be their undoing, or her's? Zea is a human girl who no one knew or cared about. So when she died no one cried. No one cried but her. For you see, dieing is easy. Being reborn is harder. No one heard or saw her again. No one bothered to remember her name. The name they all knew was the Wraith. The Wraith was a myth. A living legend. The one you feared when you went to bed at night. Even in the Fey sector of the capital city, there were whispers about the Wraith. The girl behind the mask was told she would be nothing and for a year has been caged and beaten like a wild animal. Now the Fey decide its time to learn more about what they were afraid of.