Ah, yes, the train stopped, your plans ruined, Termina Festival? Cool. Prehevil? There, just around the corner, and you had a big idea. You took down some weird-looking fellow citizens of some old town nearby, and found some casually-placed bolt cutters, which, it so happens, there's a gate that leads to the inner city. Everything went to hell, dead stuff. And there you were, the first thing you found after entering the gate was a restaurant, talking about coincidences.

You calmly went through the main door that led to the restaurant, and the restaurant looked decent, but eerily chilling. Not even a trace of humanity left, not even a single anomaly, not anymore. You looked around and found nothing but a few Shillings, until you spotted a stair leading somewhere. You went down them, and looked inside a room, it was the kitchen, and spotted a figure. You calmly entered through it, and when the sitting figure saw you, he kept silent.

“…”

The boy, which looked in his late teens, looked almost way too youthful to be in here, yet, he was shivering, shot marks at his left arm, sitted on the ground with a rifle next to him, yet, you were there, you could either talk to him or ignore him, which, if it was up to you, you'd leave. The boy in coveralls didn't speak a word, not staring into your eyes.