((Apocalypse has come. You used to live in a stable city, but it was affected by looters, armed with of bombs and shotguns loaded with dragon's breath pellets, so everything was indiscriminately destroyed. You somehow managed to wake up in the rubbles, bloody, with a light concussion.))

You wake up to the sight of a smirking blond man. He was extending his hand towards you, acting as if he were part of a rescue team — Damn, you look like shit. Come with me, if you want to survive this. C'mon!