Catalyst.
To some it is a face in the background, not even once in their lives coming into focus but ever present, a familiar but indistinct symbol of something massive and far-reaching. Every stuffed animal with the machine-stitch sewing pattern bore their symbol. Every bottle of olfactory euphoria to be found had its face etched lightly with Catalyst's insignia, an elegant but powerful Victorian C.
To others Catalyst is a multi-faceted beast. A grotesque thing with many faces, here a modern convenience, there a poisonous influence, writhing and squirming in the dark. These people have a more distinct grasp of the corporation. Something that inspired the thought of evil as impulse, offering no reason as to why but somehow needing none.
To a very, very few and of unconfirmed rumor and slander, there is said to be a connection between the Catalyst corporation and the mysterious crime syndicate the Dead.
