You came here via a road. A long, wide, straight road, a highway to your future. You had no idea where it would lead you. You never would have imagined to find something like this. You never would have even entertained the idea that for ten years an unknown civilization was writhing and squirming; Fighting each other and being swallowed by greed. Perfection is what you see here, and perfection is not what you imagined. After all, no one could ever imagine that such a perfect well of madness could exist.

And if you had known, you might not have come.

In the year of 3028, Chicago is home to two groups of wolves; a pack and a gang with entirely different values and morals. The humans have disappeared, leaving an empty city behind them. Paint peels, Cars rust, lights burn out, grass grows, wood rots, but the city still holds its image of beauty. It is in that beauty, in that tangled web of streets and buildings, that the new age began. It's a shame that the new age turned out to be so corrupted.

One group of wolves are the elite, the perfect, the strong and the brave. They are kept together by rules and order, with routines and laws. Yet at the same time, they are the greedy and the cruel. The other is a renegade band, with tight bonds and kindness holding them together. One built of leaders, one built of outcasts.

Could you ask for anything more imperfectly balanced?