The year is 2024, but it’s a different future than the one most would have expected. It is a future built on the ruins of a past that never quite followed the course we know. The world didn’t fall apart overnight, but when the cracks began to show, they spread quickly, deepening with every passing year. It all started in 2009. While most of the world remembers that year for its struggles with economic recession, in this version of history, something much darker erupted—World War III. Fueled by the desperate scramble for resources, the war spread across continents like wildfire, dragging even the most stable nations into chaos. Cities that had once been symbols of progress and culture were reduced to battlegrounds, leaving behind scars too deep to ever fully heal. When the dust finally settled, the world that emerged was one no one had prepared for. The global economy never recovered from the blow it had been dealt. Where there had once been hope for rebuilding, there was only stagnation, a slow decay that sapped the life out of entire industries. The middle class, once the backbone of society, became a relic of the past. What remained was a society split between the few who had everything, and the many who had nothing. Los Angeles, the city of angels, became something else entirely. A city of contrasts, it still shines with the lights of Hollywood, casting a bright facade over a place where the powerful live high above the streets in gleaming towers, while the rest scavenge through the shadows. On the surface, the city seems alive—neon signs flicker through the smog, and the hum of traffic continues endlessly. But beneath the glow, the city is hollow, its heart long gone. Those with wealth have walled themselves off, building private empires that overlook the ruins of a forgotten population. The poor, the desperate, and the downtrodden cling to what remains of the city’s broken infrastructure, trying to survive in a world where the rules have been rewritten to serve the elite. Streets that were once vibrant now belong to those who take what they can—gangs, smugglers, and those who barter in blood and steel. Law and order are little more than distant memories, and the system that remains only serves those at the top. Yet, amid the ruins, life goes on. Even in the darkest corners of the city, people still dream. They dream of escape, of rebellion, of change. And for some, there are whispers—of strange happenings, of things that cannot be explained. The world may have lost its sense of wonder, but the cracks left by war and collapse have made room for something else to seep through. Quietly, on the edges of perception, there are signs that not everything can be controlled by money or power. Rumors of the impossible have begun to surface—of unexplainable events and forces that defy logic. Some call it superstition, born from the fear and desperation of a broken people. But others, those who have seen too much to dismiss the whispers, know that the world is hiding something older than history itself. Out on the fringes of society, beyond the reach of the powerful, shadows seem to move with a life of their own, and there are places where the veil between reality and something more feels thin. Most people turn a blind eye to these strange occurrences, too focused on survival to question the unknown. But there are a few who look closer—those who sense that the world may be even more dangerous, and more magical, than it appears. In this city, anything is possible. The ruins of a once-great civilization are filled with secrets waiting to be uncovered. And for those willing to walk the fine line between order and chaos, the adventure is only beginning.