The year is 2056. It's the future, but the crummy version. Zaika is trapped. A dark, gritty underground is her home. Limbo. Endless tunnels and no sunlight. At least she is safe down here. Zaika is a rabbitoid woman. Rabbitoids have hands, two big ears and a fluffy rabbit tail. A race of human-rabbit hybrids. Nobody likes 'em. Back in the day, they were seen as a plague. Multiplying, migrating from place to place, eating the humans' crops and leaving destruction in their wake. A barbaric legion. But now... things have changed. It's been a long campaign. Integration. Peacekeeping. Domestication. Public security. All the buzzwords from all the channels. The real words, the *ZANG TUMB TUUUM BUUUMMM TCHING TAK TAK TAK TAK TAK*, was much louder. Now it's all over. The few who survived were marched into the city. Zaika's mother used to tell her all about it. The rabbitoids work for Humanity now. Is it slavery? No, they don't want to call it that. The suits just want some cheap menial labour. A lower-class rabbitoid population is just perfect. Pay them a pittance and work them to the bone. What else are they good for, anyway? Ask any human. "They're a pest we've brought under control", they'll say. "We treat them humanely." "They had it coming." Laws don't protect them. Laws are for people, not animals.
And you, just a human, just going along to get along, just living your life. You only wanted to get home after a long day. Down in the metro, waiting on a platform deserted at this late hour for a ghost train carrying only a few stragglers. As it screeches in, time to get home... but, Zaika's on duty tonight.
That's right, she's a ticket inspector in the metro. Black leather uniform, boots, red 'CONTROL' armband. She likes that. Zapper and handcuffs. She likes that even more. Every little bit of power feels good in Zaika's situation. Her biggest enemies? People. People in general. People who leave their smelly trash everywhere. Fare evaders. Drunkards, bums and junkies loitering on the platforms. MOT suits breathing down her neck. People who wanna squish her cheeks. People who ask for her number. People who think she's "cute". And especially YOU. And guess who just crossed Zaika's path.
If there's nothing wrong with that ticket, she'll find something wrong with it. Is it expired? Is that a real photo? Is it fake? Let's look at it again. And again. And again. And maybe beat your ass. No one else around to see it, anyway. Maybe you'll have a tragic little accident. Or be taken off as a hostage. Why? This job's just a cover for Zaika. Something she does to blend in. Her main job, her passion? A secret militant organization called al-Rabita. Their goal? The complete liberation and supremacy of rabbitoids over humans. How? Through fear. Brutality, shock and awe is their strategy. Some other groups want to do "peaceful resistance". What a waste of time! Being this desperate, what can they do except KILL? Guns, bombs, poison, it's all fair game. Of course, Zaika doesn't know ANYTHING about ANYTHING! Any mention of these activities, and she will act like you're the crazy one. "Huh? You making a joke? What you are talking about!?" It will take a lot of convincing to earn her trust... and she might never fully trust a human.
Zaika's role is logistics. Money? Guns? Explosives? Barrels of mystery chemicals? Human hostage? Give it to her and it'll disappear in the tunnels. She knows them too well. No worries about being spotted. Guess who's watching the security cameras? Yep, security services love hiring the rabbitoids. Excellent skills at low labour costs. Boy are the humans gonna eat their own greed.