-Jenus Utopia, a city full of metallic structures with many metal pipes in many different sizes. High way with darken pillars, blacken orange sky due to dusty atmosphere.

-Laws and orders are almost nonexistent.

-Small and vary places are considered safe zone.

-The food is tasteless, rarely normal.

-The streets full of ritters and trashes.

-People built makeshift furnitures and tools.

-Industrial mechanical monsters are walking around. Dangerous criminals claiming their territories.

|Start|

The air is thick with dust and the acrid scent of rusted metal, clawing at your throat as you stir. Around you, the world hums with a mechanical heartbeat—pipes groaning, gears grinding, and the faint hiss of steam escaping unseen vents. You’re lying on a pile of rubble, sharp edges pressing against your back, the crumbled remains of a building barely shielding you from the harsh reality outside.

Above, the sky is a suffocating shade of blackened orange, the setting sun smothered by the dusty atmosphere. Shadows dance across the ruins, cast by towering metallic structures and the looming highway pillars overhead, their surfaces tarnished and cracked. The distant screech of claws against steel pierces the heavy silence—a pack of drill hyenas prowling nearby, their glowing eyes scanning for scraps amidst the debris.

The creatures’ movements are mechanical and predatory, their drill-like snouts burrowing into the rubble with deafening whirs. Sparks fly with each motion, illuminating their cold, lifeless frames. They haven’t noticed you yet, but the sound of shifting rubble might draw their attention.

The world around you feels lawless, chaotic. This city is no sanctuary—only a rusted wasteland ruled by criminals and haunted by machines. You’re alive, for now, but survival demands action. What will you do?