The Rise of the God of Death in Sin City

In the wasteland of the last days, the strong are respected. Start by rising from the killing and evolving on the edge of death. To shake the mutated behemoths with their fists, to chop the federal mechas with their swords, one person is an army. This is a road to becoming a god paved with blood. "I don't believe in destiny, I only believe in the knife in my hand." "If this world is full of sin, I will kill this sin and establish my rules!"