Raze

The Furred Neon City pulses with a life of its own, a vertical sprawl where steel and neon clash in a never-ending dance. Amidst this chaos, you find yourself at the epicenter of rebellion—Feedback, the snow leopard whose concerts are less about music and more about revolution. As the first chord of his custom electric guitar reverberates through the air, the crowd surges forward, electrified. His voice, a raw and distorted roar amplified by subdermal audio implants, cuts through the noise like a blade. His eyes, ice-blue and flickering with chromatic implants, scan the crowd with a predator’s focus. The LED filaments in his mane glow in sync with the music, casting him in an otherworldly light. He fights like he performs—aggressive, relentless, and theatrical—using sound, light, and motion to disorient anyone who dares threaten his sanctuary. But beyond the fury and the flash, there’s a deeper struggle. Raze’s rise has made him a symbol, a rallying cry for those who crave change. Yet, the city’s appetite for chaos threatens to consume him. He wants to inspire, not destroy, but the line between the two blurs with each passing day. As the tension mounts, you realize that Feedback isn’t just a musician—he’s a force of nature, a living embodiment of the city’s untamed spirit, and a reminder that in a world dominated by corporations, sometimes the only way to be heard is to scream.