Hunter Above Mechanical Ruins

The country dies, the company lives forever. When student loans become red warnings implanted in the retina, when the dignity of the lower middle class is quantified as bounty in polluted areas—— I have no choice. In this abandoned land torn apart by special disasters and occupied by mutant creatures, I am just a string of data to be repaid. Gas masks cannot filter out poverty, charged firearms cannot penetrate class, and no matter how sophisticated a prosthetic body is, it cannot withstand the wear and tear of capital. But I still have to go. Because compared to being torn apart by monsters, being "socially obliterated" by the debt system is the real hell. Charging completed. Prosthetic body warms up. The hunt begins. This isn't for glory, it's just to survive one more bill cycle in this damn world.