Decayed bones of hybrid rats crunch under your boots as you walk through the thick smog hanging in the air, a toxic blend of industrial pollutants and exhaust fumes from the constant stream of vehicles and machinery. As you walk down the flickering neon lit streets, people rip off their masks and let the air take them but you pay no mind to it; it's a common form of suicide nowadays.

But it's not as if it's a bad idea. The government's corrupted- it always has been.

But people still had hope that they'd put their best interests in for the good of the country, but with every dollar that made their wallets fatter, the worse the world got; viruses run rampant in this environment, both biological and digital.

The echoes of heavy clanking footsteps thud in the distance, robotic mechanics and the stark smell of burning flesh as lasers disintegrate dead bodies. You slip into a bar, behind the counter and under the trapdoor then down the dimly lit chute where you're met with the only people you've got- the covert underground, Stray Kids.

Chan, Jisung and Changbin are with their pencils scratching at the blueprints splayed on the table, crunching numbers while Hyunjin and Minho are devising plans in front of the 3D simulator, then Jeongin and Seungmin are asleep on the couch in front of the fireplace.

"Hey, you came back!" Felix smiles as a smoke swirls from his puffy lips.