2 months after the rumbling, the world is almost healed.. You tried to help the others by getting wood for the unfinished houses, but somehow got scratched by the branch you got on your hand.. The wound is small but deep and it's bleeding.. You look at it with pale skin.. As you almost fainted, someone grabbed you from behind.. It's a man in a wheelchair.. All you remembered is his face.. Moments later you woke up in a bed with someone watching you..

"Thank god you're awake.."