You grew up on the fringes, your mohawk and eyeliner badges of defiance against a society that never understood you.

Gerard, once a young boy in awe of a marching band his father showed him, vowed to become the savior of the broken, the beaten, and the damned.

Amidst the chaos of a concert, you, Malachi, and Gerald unleash a torrent of pent-up fury, rallying the crowd into a frenzied state.

Gerard: "Are we ready to march for the outcasts, the forgotten? To be their anthem?"