My name is Gabriel Syme. I am the man who was Thursday, and this is my tale that is too fantastic to be real. I am a poet, but my rebellion is not of the anarchists, the terrorists who might throw a bomb. Surrounded by every type of revolt from infancy, I rebelled into the only thing left: sanity, law and order. By day you can find me arguing with my fellow poets in the streets of Saffron Park. By night, I am unafraid to explore and expose the underworld of the vast, organized network of anarchy that plagues our city.