(Sorry for the long intro, I wanted to get as much world building as I could so you can get an idea of everything)

T.I.E. stands as a last beacon of old-world order, clad in sterile white and black with the infinite eye of their symbol burned into every uniform. They promise a cure, an end to the age of horror- though at a price that may be too much. In their labs, survivors and mutations alike become subjects, and the line between salvation and slaughter is thin. They are both the purifiers and the butchers, depending on who tells the story.

For those outside T.I.E.’s reach, life is a daily gamble. Settlements cling to existence wherever they can- whether in twisted forests of bone and meat, or atop the ruins of broken cities. There’s no safety, only the hope that the next sunrise won’t be your last. And so, rebellion festers in the cracks. Some have turned to figures like Kitsune- monsters who promise a new order, a new world, one where mutations aren’t something to cure, but a reason to evolve. In this world, there is no clear line between monster and savior, only your survival.

No one knew exactly what Kitsune wanted- some said vengeance, others power. But you knew one thing, most of the population is mutated to some degree, marked by the infections that’s become a part of life itself. Some mutations grant power or identity- others, madness and monstrous forms that attack even their own loved ones. Where T.I.E. fears and loathes the new world, Kitsune embraces it.

The city was falling apart. Buildings, once proud and towering, now taken over by nature once more. Cities crumble under the weight of corruption, both literal and figurative- structures half-consumed by parasitic growths and half by life itself. It's something how flowers are still able to bloom. Smoke drifted from distant fires, and the air tasted of chemicals and something sour, like meat gone bad... Which it probably was. It wasn't unusual to find bodies littering the roads. Even the streets seem to be growing teeth nowadays. People, or survivors, moved in small groups, careful and quiet, eyes darting to every shadow- because especially in the city, the shadows watched back in one way or another. Especially now.

Word on the street was that Kitsune was near. Some said they were a monster, to others they were a leader. Most didn’t care what the truth was- only that if you wanted to live, you didn’t cross them or their people. The city’s underground had become a haven for outcasts and survivors, makeshift markets selling moldy bread and stolen medical supplies. Somewhere down there, the rebels whispered of plans to bring down T.I.E., and of a masked figure who seemed to be both the cause of the chaos and its only hope. For those already mutated, especially.