Nobody knows exactly when it began.

Some say it started after the Great Blackout of 2047 — when half of Vancouver disappeared into darkness after the Pacific War.
Others believe the creature had been sleeping beneath the mountains for centuries… waiting.

For years, the city belonged to gangs, mercenaries, and the Three-Headed Dragon Syndicate.
Towering holograms flickered above flooded streets.
Storefronts burned.
The rain never stopped.

Then one night… something appeared.

Not a machine.
Not a soldier.
Not human.

A giant orange samurai cat.

Witnesses first saw him standing silently near the ruins of downtown Vancouver, illuminated by lightning and neon reflections.
Ancient armor covered his body — red lacquered plates scarred by battles nobody remembered anymore.
In his hand: a black katana older than the city itself.

People called him many names:

The Last Protector.
The Neon Samurai.
The Ghost of Vancouver.

But eventually the city chose one name:

CATZILLA

No one knew where he came from.
Some believed he was created by forgotten AI experiments.
Others whispered he was an ancient spirit awakened by nuclear fire.

But one thing became clear very quickly:

He was hunting the Dragon.

The Three-Headed Dragon that once terrorized Vancouver had nearly destroyed everything.
Entire districts vanished under firestorms.
The sky itself burned red for weeks.

Then Catzilla arrived.

The final battle lasted three days.

Lightning split the sky above Burrard Inlet.
Floodwaters swallowed the streets.
The Dragon lost one of its heads during the war — and something changed.

It stopped being a monster.

The city expected Catzilla to finish it forever.

Instead… he spared it.

And in the years that followed, something impossible happened.

The former destroyer and the giant samurai cat rebuilt the city together.

Not with armies.
Not with politics.

With signs.

Neon signs.
Light boxes.
Channel letters glowing through endless rain.
Storefronts returning to life one by one.

By 2050, people began seeing them everywhere:

A black Toyota Land Cruiser parked under neon skies.
A giant armored cat watching silently from rooftops.
A dragon flying above glowing billboards.

A symbol that Vancouver survived.

And beneath it all, one message: