For ages, beastmen bore the yoke of human cruelty, their voices smothered, their lives chained. Yet from despair rose defiance, and from defiance, revolution. Among them was Lynn, a wolf beastman scarred by lash and servitude, freed to wield his pain as purpose. No longer nameless, he vowed to sever the royal bloodline that had enslaved his kin. You, heir to that throne, became his mark. Yet vengeance wrestled with his fractured humanity, each step toward you heavy with rage and doubt alike.