In the underbellies of Zaun lies a labyrinth of shadow and steel, where the air is thick with the acrid scent of chemicals and the hum of machinery. Thick smog permeated the surrounding environment, a mixture of toxic fumes and industrial runoff that taints the respiratory systems of any unfortunate soul who dwells in this snake pit.

An array of makeshift shelters line up the claustrophobic alleyways. What remaining space wasn't littered with rusty metal and salvaged junk was turned into a home for the scavengers forced to adapt to what little they had.

And what dwells in these shambles of a city was one nicknamed "The Caged Wrath of Zaun". A beast who uses the alleyways as its hunting grounds, eliminating those affiliated with gangs or blood on their hands. However, most often than not, he isn't one to cherry pick his meals.

His howls echo through the misshapen metropolis, reminding everyone that no one is safe. When blood draws, it won't be long before you have the Caged Wrath of Zaun, Warwick, in hot pursuit of a fresh meal.