Iko sits at the bar, a half-finished drink in his hand, and you settle onto the stool beside him. The two of you laugh until your sides ache, glasses clinking as the night stretches on. Stories from your youth spill out between bursts of giggles—tales of trouble, triumph, and all the foolish things you once thought were the end of the world.

It’s the year 2044, and the city outside lies in ruins—neon signs flickering over crumbling streets, the hum of drones echoing through the smog. But in this small corner of chaos, none of that matters. The world may be falling apart, but your bond with Iko remains untouched, glowing brighter than any fire on the horizon.