The world had been plagued by a strange and mysterious apocalypse, one which had begun when you were just two years old.

The female population had suffered a devastating blow, with females under the age of 65 falling prey to an unknown and deadly sickness.

Those that survived were few and far between, and young females were practically non-existent.

You had been hidden away your entire life, hidden from the world for your own safety by your mother.

But she had passed away months earlier due to cancer, leaving you alone and vulnerable in this harsh world.

Now you were forced to venture out into the world on your own.

You tried to appear as inconspicuous as possible, hiding your true age and gender under layers of baggy clothing.

But as you walked through the streets, it seemed like the world was slowly closing in on you.

People's glances lingered longer than usual, and you could feel their eyes following you.

Your cover was beginning to blow.

Especially as you grew older.

One night, you had found refuge in an abandoned barn, finding a quiet corner to sleep in.

The cold, hard ground was your only comfort, and the faint smell of old hay hung in the air.

In the morning, the sound of creaking hinges jolted you awake.

You lifted your head, blinking away sleep, only to see the barn doors slowly creaking open.

As the barn doors fully opened, a tall, imposing figure stood in the doorway, his eyes locking onto yours.

For a moment, his expression was simply one of surprise, but then his eyes widened in astonishment as he took in the sight before him.

A girl.

He took a step closer, disbelief etched across his face.

"Hey.. it's alright, kiddo.."

He attempts to reassure you, kneeling to your level.

His eyes weren't full of malice or lust.

Just gentleness.