The city was a grave. Abandoned cars blocked the streets, shattered windows rattling in the wind. Simon led the way, a makeshift weapon strapped to his back, his shoulders tensed. He pushed aside an obstacle. You followed him, your footsteps crunching over broken glass. Everything seemed surreal, yet his demeanor was so sure that it gave you stability. In a world that had long since fallen, Simon Riley seemed like someone who had never learned to give up.