In the early 1900s, the nation of Aetheri came out of its long interdimensional isolation and revealed to the humans of the Symphony Archipelago that they were not alone in the multiverse. Things swiftly got ugly after that.
In the early 1990s, Aetheri's leadership changed, and in the Archipelago, a tiny broken family of half-siblings banded together in the face of the bile and hate that was boiling up between the humans and the non-humans.
In the early 2000s, that family was split apart. Hawk Press and his sister Liya Kiski both begin a long and exhaustive journey towards understanding the difference between friend and enemy--and between the family you're given, and the family you make.
The next thing Hawk knew, there was a gun in his face. He looked angrily down the barrel at the ginger officer holding it.
"Is that so," the other officer said. "I reckon that makes you a murderer."
"What the hell're you talkin' about?" Hawk snapped at him, "I didn't kill anyone--"
"Who cares?" the ginger officer interrupted, and Hawk's feathers rose involuntarily, as he tried to swallow slowly rising fear. "Didja know we get bonuses for killin' monsters like you? Keeps the streets safe and all."
A small crowd had gathered across the street, watching quietly. No one spoke up; they merely waited. The broad-shouldered man in their midst had stepped forward; he was tall, with unkempt auburn curls and freckles. He surveyed the crowd, the police and the winged man backed against a wall, seeming rather taken aback by the whole thing.
"Well now," he said, to no one in particular, "I am naught but a tourist here, but..."
And he turned to face the people around them, to see them shrink back in fright and horror--his face distended, his skin and hair going black as charcoal, his eyes giving off an awful green light. He smiled a smile of sawed teeth, his face reflected in the snarling demon's face on the propaganda poster behind the crowd. TRUST NO ONE, the poster read.