The world is always at the brink of some kind of chaos.
There are those who fight against the apocalypse. Those who hasten it. And then, there are those who observe and do nothing. Those people in the third group? That’s where I come in. My name is Requiem Aeternam Hale, and I am a Watcher. 
Well, not just me, but my family, and the extensive network that’s been around since there were enough people on this world to fight wars. 
 We are the Dies Irae Society, though most call us the Watchers. We’re a neutral party that deals in the most prized-commodity of all—information.
 We have it. All of it. And we offer it to the highest bidder.
 Who wants peace when war is so profitable?