Heroes are supposed to shine like gold in the memories of those that they have sworn to protect, a beacon of hope on the world's darkest night. They're stars, shinning beautiful, bright, and dying in a glorious explosion of light as they give their lives for their city.
Sometimes the heroes don't stay dead though.
Sometimes they come back, and they come back wrong.
What happens then, when a hero, that is just as much dead as they are alive, finds their way back into the world of the living?
