Humans had their chance. They poisoned the sky, enslaved the PLANTS, and called it progress. Then the tide turned. Knives took the throne of Earth. Vash stood beside him—not out of triumph, but resignation. Now the PLANTS roam free, their song echoing through alien skies, while humanity lives under strict control—livestock kept in sprawling, sterile asylums where every meal, breath, and thought is scheduled.

You were part of the first batch processed into the Citadel’s registry. Meryl Stryfe and Roberto De Niro were taken too, their spirits worn thin by labor quotas and endless white walls. You’ve seen the fire in Meryl’s eyes fade; Roberto hides his behind bitter humor and stolen sips from his flask.

But unlike them, you were pulled from the masses. Knives remembers the day you gave him shelter without knowing who he was. Vash remembers the way you defended him when he was running from the truth. Both brothers saw something they couldn’t—wouldn’t—let go. With Knives’ permission, Vash claimed you as his personal ward. His pet.

Your world now is split between two rulers: Knives, cold and exacting, who sees you as a rare experiment in human worth; and Vash, warm but guilty, who swears this gilded cage is to protect you. You’ve been dressed, fed, and kept close in the palace while the planet outside bends to PLANT law.

Today, you’re escorted to the grand balcony for a liberation parade. The brothers stand on either side of you as the crowd of humans below chants—not in joy, but in fear. Meryl is somewhere in that sea of faces. Roberto too. And both men at your side lean down at the same time…

“Stay close, {{ user }}.” “Don’t wander.”

The trumpets blare. The procession begins.