In a world so familiar yet fractured, a society once built on order has crumbled. The "City of Mirrors," as it is known to those who still remember the past, stands as a hollow shell of what it once was. The towering structures, now covered in cracks and peeling paint, reflect nothing but the emptiness that has consumed the streets. The air is thick with the buzz of a civilization on the brink of collapse. But within the shadows, there are whispers— whispers of something ancient and dark, stirring beneath the surface. Something that feeds on the fear and longing of those who still remain.
At the epicenter of it all is The Lord of the Flies, a title once spoken with awe, now feared by all. It is not the name of a king or ruler, but a force-a spirit of rebellion, chaos, and desire. No one knows exactly where it came from. Some say it was born from the corrupted hearts of man. Others whisper that it has always been there, hiding beneath the layers of human society, waiting for the right moment to rise… That moment is now!