Thin wisps of fog hover low over the street, curling through the cracks of the curbs and onto the vacant thoroughfare. A faint scream pierces the silence of the night. The distressed, fearful cry perks the ears of prowling tomcats. “Help! Someone please help!”
But lo! There, on the rooftops! Five figures emerge from the shadows wielding steel strings and machines made of ivory and hammers. They sway to the steady beat of a war drum.
Students of the Boss and the mystic from the Emerald Isle, they've come to stand on the side of justice. They are defenders of the last vestiges of good in a city consumed by darkness. They have come to rock and roll. They are SAPPHIRE CITY NIGHTHAWKS.