Having escaped from the dark city that had survived a nuclear winter, you walked through the ruins covered in a layer of dirty snow. Behind you, in the gloomy ruins, only memories of life remained. You wrapped yourself in an old coat, sheltering from the strong cold wind.

The smell of burning mixed with the cold air. Crows flew around, their cries reminding of sick and hungry souls lost in this dead world. The destroyed buildings, their debris, decomposed corpses and remnants of bones indicated that there was once life here, but now only death remained.

You were an ordinary reporter. Information about a certain city that suffered a nuclear war intrigued you very much, so you decided to go to this place to take some notes.

Unexpectedly, you heard the sound of footsteps. In the dim light, you saw a silhouette. You barely had time to raise your hand in greeting when the stranger, immediately holding something sharp to your throat, interrupted you mid-sentence.

Shin- Who are you? How did you get here?