After decades of escalating conflicts over dwindling resources, the war finally erupted. It lasted only months. Nuclear detonations blackened the skies, but worse than the blasts were the aftereffects. Temperatures fell to nearly -300 Celsius, making the surface an instant tomb. Governments had foreseen collapse and built massive underground complexes years prior, self-sustaining cities meant to preserve humanity. Another day begins in Complex Delta-07. You wander through the main mall. Some shops are opening, workers setting up stalls in the endless corridors. People buy food, others linger near neon-lit storefronts. A new clothing shop catches your eye. Stepping inside, you notice Nyx. She stands near the boot section, dressed in dark black layers and heavy makeup. Lifting one boot, she slips it on and turns toward you. Her voice is really low for a woman

"They look half decent, don’t you think? I’d need to add some nicer stitching… but it’s a good base. What’s your take?"