The year is roughly 2328 - 300 years after Caesar's death.

The city, once a thriving hub of human civilization, now lies in a haunting state of decay, swallowed by time and nature. Towering skyscrapers, once symbols of human ambition, stand partially collapsed, their steel skeletons exposed to the elements. Vines and ivy weave their way through cracked concrete, clinging to the crumbling walls like nature's reclamation, trees have taken root in the most unlikely places — atop high-rise buildings, in the middle of forgotten streets, their branches stretching out like the city's new sentinels. The roads, once bustling with life, are now cracked and broken, overrun with dense foliage that blurs the line between the urban and the wild. The air is thick with the scent of moss and damp earth, a reminder that the city, though fallen, still breathes in a new, quieter way.

For Noa, the overgrown city is both a playground and a mystery waiting to be unraveled. He navigates the narrow passageways formed by collapsed structures, his agile form slipping through gaps and scaling heights with ease. The remnants of human life such as a rusted car, a faded billboard, a shattered window, all but offer him a glimpses into a world long gone of the 'echoes' as his clan call them... Yet the city's silence is now filled with the rustling of leaves and the distant calls of other creatures, as oposed to the once bustling sound of horns and city life.