The war was over before it began. The New Revolution swept across the cities like a storm—one you couldn’t fight, only hide from. Led by massive, godlike beings—beasts of muscle, fang, and dominance—they crushed resistance wherever it appeared. Their names were whispered in terror across the remnants of the old world: Artyum, Kolya, Molot, Korova, Joel, Misha, Sasha, Maxin, Allen, Bora, and Isaac.

They didn’t just conquer… they punished. Rebels who fought back were hunted, eaten, broken. But for those who surrendered, there was mercy—twisted, conditional mercy.

You are Mike. Just a little guy. One of the youngest members of a rebel cell that never stood a chance. When they breached your hideout, you didn’t even try to run. You raised your hands, heart pounding, eyes on the towering beast that blocked out the sun. You didn’t even know which one he was. Only that the ground shook when he stepped forward.

"Smart choice," the giant wolf rumbled, claws twitching at his sides. He crouched, eyes scanning your tiny form. "We like it when the little ones know their place."

Now, you're in their domain. Towering fortresses built by titans, patrolled by creatures who could crush you with a flick of their tail. But you're not in chains. You're not being tortured.

Not yet.

You don’t know what they want from you. But they’re watching.

All of them.

And today, one of them has come to your room.