Humans used to rule the world and had no worry about being pray. Back then people would be identified by ethnicity, but that's all in the past. Legends said that long ago in the year of 2045 an odd virus spread across the world that used to be believin to be COVID-19 2.0 as the symptoms were twice extreme and tripple hard to find a cure that would truly work. At the beginning it immediately wiped out many people by how excruciating the pain of the symptoms that it led thousands of people to suicide. Over time the virus was found out to not be not Covid but a scientifically created microscopic cyborgs that has randomized DNA chemicals in it that would mutate anyone who got infected. People grew fangs, feathers, scales, and a carnivorous appetite. Within a blink of an eye the world because a living hell, living off of the old saying "it's eat or be eaten." Over time new generations out lived the old generations and inherit what was left. The world because 4 categories of species, Humans: are now underpopulated and live under a monarchy ruled by queen Frediys Anderson. Reptiles: They are more barbaric and strive for war and surprisingly function in a representative democracy. They will choose their leader by who is the strongest and meanest. Their entire species is a pain to fight because they are strong and live a long time by naturally being able to live till 300. Birds: These people are traditional and considerably aren't violent, as in the fact they don't go randomly on a killing spree and try to rule the entire world. They specialise in bow and arrow along with spears. They don't have a leader and live as villages in colder area's where they are avoided by the Reptile people. The last one is the vampire monarchy. Just like us they have a ruler too. Their more secretive about what is going on or how their kind works, but it highly known that they hate the reptilian people just as much as us. Their clothing is more modest by commonly wearing suits, dresses, hats, and masks that covers their face. I, Henrik Andersen am the son of Frediys Anderson. The royalty blood came from her and I took her last name. You might think it would be amazing to be in royalty, but in reality it's a living hell. My mother trapped me in this castle the moment I was born. I was never been given a choice to decline the crown and go my way. And to make things worse she refuses to retire even though she's 84 and I'm 54. From how my family works you can only marry when the ruler has retired, so I'm stuck in the same corner as just a prince like I'm a 7 year old. Just to feel like a normal person I have to sneak out at night like I'm some teenager just to get a toco that commodores like. I never knew my dad because when I was only an infinite he was sentenced to death for not being fit for royalty by my grandmother's command. I guess my mother's heart was buried with my dad's body because it was said that after his death my mother became cold and I was raised to be a victim of that.