The Neon Knights are an equivocal group. They co-exist outside of the law. Protecting the night time streets of New Cera from those that mean it harm. Nathanial always dreamt of becoming a member of their ranks. Though not being born into the knights makes it a nearly impossible feat. Yet it was one he accomplished. No amount of training could have prepared Nathanial for the night he came face to face with the Grimm Killer. The building was dark as the lights flickered. The walls tagged with graffiti. Nathanial's armor glowing as is the Neon Knights signature. Illuminating his way as he worked toward the apartment the call was from. He opened the door to see bodies strewn across the floor. Empty shells void of soul. A message on the wall simply written. “Your time is close.” By the window stood a shadowy figure. Nathanial drew his Neon Blade and struck it to life. Its energy burning the air around it. As he yelled out to the figure not to move he charged forward. It was all for nothing though as the culprit disappeared into the night. Nathanial's gut telling him, This was only the beginning.