Once, this city was alive.
Neon lights danced across wet streets.
People made plans, fell in love, rushed home through the rain.
Then one night… everything ended.
First, the power died.
Then the networks collapsed.
Then people started disappearing.
No one knows what destroyed Vancouver.
War. Machines. Humanity itself.
Maybe fear.
Now the city breathes in darkness.
Skyscrapers rot beneath endless acid rain.
The subway tunnels became shelters.
Neon became the last remaining sun for those still alive.
But the worst part is not the cold.
Not the hunger.
Not even the things hiding between the ruins.
The worst part… is the silence.
The silence of a city that used to live.
And somewhere in that endless night,
a giant figure with glowing green eyes appears through the fog.
Some call him a monster.
Others call him the last hope.
Catzilla is coming.