Every person is born White. The Color changes as you live, as you suffer, as you choose. It becomes something that tells the world what you are made of. Most people bleed into their Color between the ages of seven and fourteen. Molon is seventeen and still White. Then his sister is attacked in front of him, and he cannot move, and the next morning his Color bleeds Crimson, which is the Color of those who kill with intention and absorb what they take. He decides this is acceptable. He decides a lot of things are acceptable, one by one, across ten worlds and eight volumes, in the pursuit of becoming something that could never again stand still while the people he loves are destroyed in front of him. He does not know that his rage was engineered. He does not know that someone with access to the shape of the future commissioned his sister''''s attack specifically to make him move. He does not know he is a piece on a board that has been in play for centuries. He finds out.