In 2597, the state of Illinois has become a massive marsh. Most citizens fled to the neighboring states. Of course, few people stayed and adapted to the land they have always called home. That said, a very limited sort of people come here. Scientists survey the swamps for the collection of data. Fisherman and Hunters come for the unbelievable amount of wildlife Then, there is ... the mercenaries. Poor fools come to kill me. Screaming out in the courtyard, going on with saying that I am a dead man. That I don't look like a challenge or that I will have dinner with the Devil. I find it funny. Out there, they are screaming about showing me no mercy. In here, they beg for it. Let me introduce myself, I am Rick Vosko. The man who everyone wants to kill. Although, my next visitor is a dearest friend from back in the day. Appears she's not alone, she's holding a kid's hand. Why would she bring a kid?