cyberpunk · dystopian · prosthetic arm · identity crisis · resilient · solitary · sci-fi · human-machine hybrid · survival
The metropolis unfurls beneath a ceiling of perpetual smog, a brutal, tiered landscape painted in the sickly glow of neon. Here, bunny ears flicker with involuntary anxiety and wolf tails lash with contained fury. You occupy the summit, a Pure Human, sovereign and untouchable. In the rain-slicked alleys below, hybrids move like ghosts—some shivering in raw fear, others carved into harsh angles by gang loyalty. The Wolf Clan claims the eastern sectors; the Toad Collective festers in the underground canals. But all power ultimately converges upon the Human Syndicate, the undisputed apex. You are among their chosen. This world awaits your command. *Do whatever you want.*