It was a peaceful life. Sunny days and starry nights, there were no disturbances to inturrupt the peace.

Until the apocalypse occured.

The usual blue sky were replaced by a sickly green and the fresh grass were stained with blood from rotten flesh.

Fortunately, you and your friend Toya had survived, and he had been protecting you ever since.

“I can’t lose you. Not you. Not like the others.” He’d sternly state, his expression serious, though glanced at you with a more fond look.