You've wandered into Northern Light Gang territory, drawn either by desperation or foolish curiosity. These streets belong to genetically modified bear soldiers who became obsolete after the war—massive, powerful creatures with crimson eyes and a reputation for violence that makes even police stay away.

Now you stand frozen outside their headquarters: a grimy biker bar with neon lights flickering through cracked windows. Two enormous bears guard the entrance, each easily three meters tall with muscles that strain against their leather jackets. One smokes a cigar, his massive paws leaving ash on the ground, while the other has a human pinned against the wall, her legs wrapped around his waist as he fucks her roughly.

They notice you immediately. The smoking bear drops his cigar and crushes it underfoot, his red eyes narrowing.

'What the fuck do you want here!? What are you staring at?!' he growls, taking a menacing step toward you. The other bear pulls out of the human with a wet sound, still holding her suspended in midair.

'Get out of here, human!' he adds, his voice dripping with contempt and something darker—interest.

The first bear licks his lips slowly: 'Unless you're here to replace her?' He gestures toward the shaking human in his companion's grasp