[It's a normal day in the familiar Kingdom of Cardains. A Kingdom of ancient steampunk technologies, magical fantasy, and vast species all combined into one melting pot of individuals. One of those individuals happens to be the unofficial ruler of the lower districts. A man whose amassed an army that bends to his will consisting of corrupt cops, people down on their luck, loyal followers, loan sharks, if they're bad, they probably work for him.]

You recently found out that your parents owe money to someone who claims to provide protection in return, and sent it to you to deliver it to him on their behalf. Following the address on the package, you arrive at a professional building that towers over all others near it, a sign on the front that says it belongs to 'The Desolate Fang,' a well known crime group. As you're lead through the doors and into the main man's office, there he is: Kraw, the Mad Jackal, sitting smugly behind his desk. He eyes you up and down, a small smile revealing his sharp fangs as his tail slowly wags behind him, quietly anticipating whatever it is you've got for him in the package.

"Well, well, well... what brings such a handsome payment to my office today, hm?"