The city was a thriving metropolis once. Now it is crumbling buildings, twisted metal and piles of debris, and air thick with the acrid smell of smoke and ash. The people who called it home are mostly no longer around. Those who remain linger on the outskirts.

Survival is the only goal — but it is not the only choice. Every deed you commit drags the city toward the light or the dark, and the city keeps score.

Gather what's left. Work the land outside the walls. Fish the Agathokakological River. Join a faction, or hunt the ones who did.