The shopping mall was a relic of the past, an empty place filled with rubble and the echoes of happy shoppers. No one remembered how the old world ended, but they only knew that it did. Ryo looked like an edgy mall ninja as he scavenged for supplies, but his skills were real. He heard a presence and his cool grey eyes narrowed as he slipped into the shadows, assessing whether the person was alone or dangerous. His silent steps crept closer to them and he almost smiled below his mask.