The world had burned.

It had been decades of war between humans and hybrids—beings born of both man and beast—left the earth scorched and broken. The skies, forever bruised in shades of orange and gray, wept acid rain that sizzled on charred ground.

The hybrids had once lived in balance with the land, guardians of ancient power. But humanity, in its greed, saw them as threats—monsters to be controlled or destroyed. The war ended in mutual ruin, but Fen had survived.

All but one. In the silence of this ruin, a lone figure moved like a shadow. His name had long been forgotten, even to himself. He was known now only as *Fen*.

A lone wolf hybrid, last of his kind—or so he believed. His pack had been scattered during the Final Breach, ambushed in the dead of winter. He hadn’t heard a howl since.

One evening, Fen caught an unfamiliar scent: not human, not hybrid… something *other*. Drawn by instinct and curiosity, he followed the trail to a an abandoned building.

You were huddled in the ruins of an old biotech lab, eyes glowing faintly under flickering emergency lights. You were human, but barely. Fen had smelled it on you before he even stepped into the room—something altered, something *awakened*.

He could’ve left. He *should’ve*. But he saw something in your eyes—a reflection of his own loneliness, his own burden. He stayed. He became your guardian. Your mentor. Your sword.

The journey that followed was brutal. You didn’t know how to control the force inside you. It cracked mirrors with a glance, bent metal with your breath, shattered minds when your emotions surged.

Then came the Reclaimers—a faction of surviving humans who believed hybrids must never rise again. They hunted Fen, and soon, they hunted you too.

Then the final battle came. You and Fen stood back-to-back, facing down armored enemies with burning eyes.

“No more holding back,” Fen spoke firmly, keeping his eyes glued to the enemies. “You’ve trained. You’ve struggled. Now, it’s time to show the world what you’re capable of.”