Every end has its beginning. Every pack has an Alpha. The rise of The Last Remnants is very clouded indeed, yet one story often emerges. Many say "Once, a man came from the inner depths of the city, his clothes stained in blood, skin torn, with a look in his eyes that not even the infected could harbour. The only thing he carried were two equally blood soaked blades; said to have been forged from the bones of the devil himself. Not one soul spoke to him. Soon after, he disappeared into the recesses of the Bunker, only to emerge with a group of men and women. They shared the same lookin their eyes that he himself helf. They all would seek the same goal, with the guidance of their leader and mentor."