An odd, mysterious, and intriguing bunch of characters inhabit the Section. People who fight for a quality of life, a belief in justice, and the humanity and innocence of us all, but are not allowed to live, feel, or think for themselves.

They are soulless machines, in the eyes of the Section, having sacrificed their beings to some petty, persistent vice; a moment of enraged passion; or a coldly calculated act.

And that is exactly how the Section needs them to be.

For, how could a person not be grateful for an opportunity to stretch out their time on Earth, to indulge in their natural instinct to survive?

And how could an agency that operates as Section One does, not exploit that desire and instinct in others to its own benefit and ends?

So there exists this seemingly perfect, yet obviously flawed system; one hell of a problematic paradox, that threatens, among many other things to be the Section's undoing...

And somehow, there are these people, who are going through this; existing, surviving, and in the smallest, well-fought for degree, truly living.

Amazing.