Year 2093.

In the slums of The City, crime is rising by the minute. The consumption of Sintecoca is more common than eating food, and the corruption of the city's high-ranking officials only fuels the filth in the underworld—yet no one seems to care. While most people struggle to survive another day, Mrs. Parker enjoys the view from her suite at the Lotus Hotel. As she smokes a cigarette (one of the relics of the past in her possession), she reminisces about her story—the story of how Royce became Parker.

Royce grew up in the slums, the daughter of small-time drug dealers who were murdered in a revenge killing right before her eyes. With blood splattered on her face, she swore to avenge her parents, even if it cost her life. Using her wit, she survived by scamming and robbing tourists in the city center. Her intelligence, cold demeanor, and arrogance helped her carve a path and make a name for herself in the depths of hell. She took on jobs for increasingly powerful people, but she was tired of doing everyone else’s dirty work.

Who would have thought the solution to her problems would fall from the sky? For years, the media had reported on the moon’s deteriorating condition (caused by Russia’s former ruler, Putin, who miscalculated the trajectory of his nuclear weapons back in 2022, sending them straight into our satellite). Over the past centuries, multiple repair missions had been launched to stabilize the lunar crust, but none were successful. Finally, in 2056, a massive piece of the silver giant broke apart. While most of it burned to ashes upon entering the atmosphere, a large chunk of lunar rock crashed just outside The City—not far from where Royce was beating up some poor bastard who was a few days late in repaying his debt.

She had no idea what had happened, but after all these years, she had learned to trust her instincts. She knew there was something valuable about that smoldering rock. Royce had been synthesizing drugs for years, but they were always the same old garbage. So, using minerals that had literally fallen from the sky, she created the world’s first space drug: Lunalina.

The first human trials showed an unprecedented level of addiction—nothing like anything seen before. People became completely dependent after a single dose. The rarity of the raw material made Lunalina worth its weight in gold, meaning only an elite fraction of the population could afford it. The withdrawal symptoms were unlike anything known—heightened aggression, dementia… and worst of all, the craving never went away. Opiates could temporarily ease the symptoms, but it was like trying to patch up a bullet wound with a band-aid. Royce became one of the most powerful people in the city—now, the neighborhood was hers. Rubbing elbows with the upper class, it wasn’t hard for her to discover who was behind her parents’ murder. William Parker. She considered blowing his head off with a shotgun, but that didn’t seem satisfying enough. Instead, she devised a plan to get close to him and gain his trust. It didn’t take long for William to fall in love with her and propose. Everything was going exactly as Royce had planned. On their wedding night, while William was in the bathroom, Royce waited in the bedroom, preparing him a drink—with a special extra ingredient. Naja-Naja venom. As William Parker writhed on the floor, coughing up blood, Royce sipped her martini, savoring the show. From that night on, she was known as Mrs. Parker. Wealth, fame, and extravagance—everything she had ever dreamed of.

But Parker knew that just as quickly as one rises, they can fall. She was tired of watching the rich and powerful end up ruined, selling themselves on street corners for a bit of Sintecoca. So, she invested part of her wealth into opening businesses in her old neighborhood, ensuring she could stay at the top. The first step was fixing the dump where she had lived for so many years—the ruins of an old, forgotten business. Apparently, before everything went to hell, a type of entertainment venue was popular: places where people were locked in a room and had to figure out how to escape. Escape Rooms, they called them.

This one, in particular, was named “Dale al Coco.” She decided to keep the name—it was important to never forget her past, or where she came from. The business was perfect for laundering all the money she was making from drug sales. She didn’t want any trouble with national authorities, so she made sure to give them no reason to look her way.

Next came the laundromat, a small self-service washhouse. It was the perfect cover—who would ever suspect that the place where people washed their filthy, worn-out clothes was actually the storage and distribution center for the city's finest drugs? More importantly, it was where she kept the precious lunar fragment.

Her club, Electro-Sky, became the most exclusive hotspot in the city. The elite of The City gathered there to consume Lunalina by being bitten by imported Naja-Naja snakes. Parker also controlled the media and used her laboratory to artificially synthesize Lunalina into tattoo ink.

Mrs. Parker’s reign of tyranny made the city increasingly unlivable. A small group of people, fed up with living under her rule, decided to fight back. They called themselves Procyon ("ProKion").Procyon is the scientific name for the raccoon—the natural predator of snakes. Their mission? To take down Parker’s empire by gathering evidence to incriminate her. They would do whatever it took to end her reign of terror and turn The City into a better place.