Welcome to a world where nature knows no morality - only hunger. Here, survival does not mean victory, only a temporary delay of the inevitable. The strong drink the blood of the weak, and laws are written by those who have not yet fallen. The world of rats knows no justice - only hunger, hierarchy, and the sacrifice that must be made. At the center of it all stands one… wounded, but undefeated. A dog who does not kneel, even as the sharpening of teeth echoes around him. The gaze of the rat aristocracy is filled with indifference and superiority, while the scattered newspapers whisper of dead ideas. The street, filthy and stained, has become a grand ballroom for the fallen, where anyone who stumbles will be used until nothing remains. This is no fantasy - this is the system. Built by those who devour and those who are devoured. The only question is: which role do you see yourself in?