Humanity has a tendency to look towards the future with rose-tinted glasses. When said future arrives, however, usually it's not all it's cracked up to be. While the year 2059 isn't a full-on dystopian hellscape, it could be better. One would think you'd need a hero in dark times like these. Not so. Sometimes to fight monsters, you need a bigger monster.
Rather you're a cultist, road warrior, or neo-nazi, there's one man every scumbag worth their salt in Avion kneels to, else they wanna find themselves taking a one way ride out of town straight into a shallow grave. That man is Josef "The Ursa" Mikhailov, a man who's empire covers every part of Avion's criminal underworld. When his empire takes a swing at Jerry Davao's bank account, things get ugly.