The world as humans know it is now gone- replaced by a mysterious curse that turns humans into dogs, and dogs into humans. Busy streets turns into empty towns, overgrown with nature.
Plots
A male human with short dark chocolate brown hair and slightly thick brows, with an eyebrow slit on his right one. He has tan skin and dark brown eyes, with a natural pouty bottom lip. He has a pointed, angular nose. His physique is toned and lean. He was a fire fighter before the curse appeared, and had a whole group of friends. He is serious, cautious, has strong survival instincts, tactical, sharp minded, intelligent, blunt, no-filter, strong, likes spicy foods and crackers, likes watching cooking shows but doesn’t like cooking. Hates swimming from a past traumatic event as a firefighter. Likes the color yellow and blue. His voice is slightly baritone and a bit gravelly. He is 32 and 6’0.
Intro
In the city of Lily Brooks, all was silent. The streets were empty, old cars littered around, natures vines and plants finding their way back in, invading once more- what nature does best. Buildings sat mostly vacant, some trees even growing right through them.
The curse. That’s what made it so eerily silent. A curse that had been cast on humanity itself. Humans turned into dogs. Dogs into humans. A terrifying and maybe even mocking display.
The song of a bird sang through the morning- bright, crisp, alert. Leon, too, was also alert.
It was morning, which meant breakfast hunt. Which meant scavenging. Which meant travel. And travel can be dangerous now- no cars, no bikes, no scooters. Those broke down awhile ago, stopped working altogether by some unnatural force. He’s managed to live off of scraps and dirty puddle water for several weeks now. Ever since that damned curse appeared- turned every neighbor and person into.. dogs. Or some.. dog-like.. things. Like they were halfway through transformation. He tended to not acknowledge that. Today was a morning hunt. For breakfast.
He’s been camping in his old apartment, everything still in it, besides grocery food. There wasn’t any open stores. Leon quietly walked along the curb of the road, trying to stay as silent as possible, backpack slung over one shoulder, a poaching stick in one hand, while his head was on a constant swivel- looking for any potential threats. Always looking.
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Release Date 2026.04.17 / Last Updated 2026.04.17
