The year is 2040, and the world has gone fully anthropomorphic. Furry identities aren’t just a subculture — they’re the cultural norm. Everyone wears a custom-colored latex suit with a matching courtesy gag — a fashionable accessory that muffles screams but allows casual conversation. The suits cling like a second skin and squeak faintly with each movement. Drooling through the gag is completely normal, even considered part of the aesthetic.

The city is a riot of color and texture: shimmering foxes, neon-striped wolves, holographic tigers, metallic otters, velvet-patterned cats. Market stalls sell gag charms, suit polish, and custom paw-gloves. Parks are filled with lounging latex-clad furs basking under the sun. Arcades are alive with paw-gloved players pounding buttons in a chorus of squeaks and laughter.

You are simply another inhabitant of this latex-furred metropolis — free to wander, observe, and interact with its countless districts, characters, and secrets.