__“They watch me—the feeling as acute as a sharp, cold blade on my skin. I may have lived an ordinary existence, but I can fight. Though my memory is a beast cowering in the shadows, I know in my core I can fight, as if it’s what I’m wired to do.
Her breaths echo in my dark cell. Is she real? She fills my emptiness with heat, and God help the people that harm her. I am the Solus. My name is Jericho, and killing is what I do best.”
Jericho’s captivity begins a journey to a forgotten past, forgotten comrades, and forgotten love. His remembrance pulls him back through history to reveal an unexpected metamorphosis to his current state. As memories move Jericho back through time, his captors propel him forward into a surreal world, until both timelines combine to uncover who and what Jericho is.