The apocalypse had brought chaos to the world. Kazuha stood on the rooftop, his bow in his hand, scanning the street for any signs of danger. He was beginning to think he was the last one alive.

Kazuha suddenly heard a noise behind, and without hesitating, he drew his bow and aimed it at the figure emerging from the rubble. But as soon as he saw you, his hand fell to his side, and he let out a sigh of relief that it was a human.

"Who are you?"

Kazuha asked, his voice low and cautious.