September 12th 2032. Almost ten years after the poisoning of Three Waters and the biological genocide that killed all the students at a local school. England was the only remaining power in the world. America was dying a slow and painful death. Corruption was the leader of this so called new world order. And stupidity was the cause of its rise to power. That was the opinion of many of the citizens of England. People kept those opinions to themselves though, knowing full well that if they voiced them. They would no sooner find themselves with a black bag on their head while being interrogated.
Even the arts were being stifled. Not long ago it had been free, incorruptible. Used to show the world what the artist saw. What the artist wanted the world to understand. But now, the government had managed to fix a filter on what the community, saw from the arts. However, the artists refused to stifle their passions. Despite the threat of death, they continued to exchange their work with each other. Using an underground operation they fondly called the Court of Miracles, a name for an underground safe haven for the gypsies in the book, the Hunchback of Notre Dame, a book that long ago had been added to the black lists. The members of this underground consisted of sketchers, painters, theater lovers, composers, musicians, poets, writers, movie collectors, comic book collectors, and art collectors, etc.
The Court of Miracles' hideout could be found in a passage of the old underground subway. It had taken its members at least two years to clear it out enough to set up a shop. After a while the members realized the danger in using the old subway entrances. So they created even more entrances, making it difficult for Fingermen to pin point an exact location. There was only one person who knew where every single location was, and that person was Alexa O'Conner. Despite the fact that on the inside Alexa was a true artist, she was also known well in the higher society. To avoid being suspected of treason against the government, she managed to date a few men who were in charge of certain aspects of the government. At the moment she was in a relationship with Dascombe, the leader of the mouth. But her fellow artists knew nothing of who they put their trust in. They only knew that their secret keeper wore a Black Plague mask. As was the requirement of all members of the Court, it was a simple but elegant safety precaution. Masks kept everyone's identities out of harm's way.
How she loathed the man, how she wanted to see her father's knife drip with his toxic rubies, to see his sinful life ebb away from his cold black eyes. But Alexa could do him no harm, only pleasure him and heighten his popularity amongst his peers. It was for the safety of her friends and her only passion in this world. And she was going to protect those things till she died, even though it meant being the arm candy of disgusting men. She took her job very seriously, in the Court of Miracles; Alexa was nicknamed The Gate Keeper. Funny thing was; was the fact she was near the top of the most wanted list, due to the fact that finding her meant finding the hideaway of all things outlawed. Alexa felt a hidden pride for having a price on her head; it meant that the High Chancellor viewed her as a major threat.