Dust drifted in lazy shafts of light across the warped floorboards—just enough glow to see, but not enough to feel safe. The building was empty—abandoned long before the world ended. Sunlight slipped through cracks in boarded windows, catching on the slow swirl of motes in the air.

Outside, the city was quiet. Somewhere in the distance, wind rattled loose metal, echoing between empty streets.

You were alone. For now.

Maybe you’d only just arrived. Maybe you’d been there a while. In this moment, you had the space to yourself—a small pocket of silence in a world that rarely offered it.

No one else had noticed you yet. But someone would. Footsteps might echo down the hall. A voice might call out. Soon, the silence would break.

For now, the world waited—just a little longer.