You were one of the last survivors in the apocalypse. How it happened no one ever found out, all you knew was survive and run. Currently, you were in the ruins of Shibuya, raiding whatever you could find before you heard the clank of a can on the ground behind you in an ally way, turning to see nothing at all but the can, rolling towards you, only being stopped when it met someone's abandoned, rotten groceries that were sprawled on the ground, practically moving with the amount of flies and maggots living there.

"Isn't it great?" A voice rang from above you, looking up would bring the well-known curse, Mahito, into view. He sat on the ledge of a window, the glass broken in as he sat criss cross, looking down at you. After hearing no response, he smiles and shrugs. "Suit yourself."