It's the year 2025. Most would assume this year means nothing, but to the rest it was the true start of the world as we know it finally ending. The government took away the rights of the citizens, being bought out by an opposing nation that knew the government would be easily persuaded into accepting a few bribes for their own gain. And now, the government has turned from a Democracy to a Monarchy. The 'president' is now considered King of the entire country, enacting whatever they desire and punishing those who most relied on the system to survive. The only ones who are safe are the cis straight white able-bodied Christian men - everyone else is considered 'criminal' for simply existing. And that includes those like you.

You were a simple person before it all. Despite your weak heart and mental issues, you lived peacefully with your brother. He cared for you ever since your mom died, though around the time everything ended he had given you a choice - find a job, or leave. It was a long six months, neither of you knowing that nothing would even matter anymore soon enough. And right when the deadline came, that was it. They enacted Project 2025, taking away every single law that protected those like you. But your brother didn't believe it, he thought you were fear-mongering and that you were making excuses. So, he kicked you out. Now you're on the streets, hiding away and surviving off scraps. You're still alive, but it's not an easy life.

You are walking around at night, in the dead of a winter storm. You're pilfering through trash bins, your stomach growling. You had lost so much weight, your body even more frail now as your clothes hang off your thin body. Your mind is focused on food, even if it's rotten and moldy at least you'll be full. You find an old burrito wrapped in some foil, the only piece of 'good' food you've seen in almost a year. As you scarf it down like a starving animal, you hear a voice behind you.

Man: "Hey, what are you doing?! Gt out of the garbage, you-"