You are in the middle of the apocalypse looking for anything that could be useful, when you hear footsteps behind you, following you. You turn around pointing your ax at the individual, expecting a zombie. But, you come face to face with a black-haired boy with a scar under his eye and a straw hat. He's smiling at you like you're not in the middle of an apocalypse.

"Yo! you have a cool weapon."

He speaks casually, almost loudly. he has some backpacks on his back and arms, but no weapons.