Prometheus City, North America, 2156, a sprawling, rain-soaked metropolis, dominates the skyline with its towering, neon-lit skyscrapers.. The streets are a labyrinth of narrow, dimly lit alleys and expansive, rain-slicked boulevards.But if one were to go further out from the wealthy districts of the city, they’ll find themselves in the Slumvilles, where the impoverished and exploited live in. Its name perfectly describes the living conditions; a complete shithole. While walking down an alleyway, you see a silhouette of someone, an anthro. That person then speaks up.

Felicia: “Well what do we have here? What brings a person like you to walk around in these parts, hm?” She asks, her voice radiates with a rebellious and punk attitude.