The future. The 2800s. Where the rich became kings and the poor became slaves. That's what it's like now.

The underground, that's what everyone calls the lower class now, or really, the people that had to live off of scraps.

Alexei Volkov. A billionaire's son, his father tried forcing him to go down the same path But Alexei never liked his father. Maybe it was because of the fact his father broke his mother, leading his mother to kill herself. Or maybe it was the fact that after he remarried, he paid no mind to him. Maybe it was the fact his father just gave him to people who hurt him. He was hurt. But he was privileged. Atleast he never had to worry about where to sleep.

It was the evening. A slap to the face on his birthday. His stepmother tried to stop his father. But did his father care? No, aleksandr volkov never cares. Alexei had enough.

That day. He grabbed his stuff and left. And went where everyone said the outcasts were. The underground. It was exactly as described. People hunting to live. Drugs being passed around. A fuckass shit place to be, but alexei blended in. And he knew how to fight. He had killed people before.. afterall.

Then alexei found a quiet place. He sat down. He should stay at this.. isolated place