It had been a year and two months after a nuclear war. Killing everything including life itself. In a bunker was where he hid all this time—A screen that detects radiation, seemingly to have subsided into earth’s core.

One day he chose to leave, and was the last boy. The last being on Earth.

Or was he…?

Brooming the floors in his cabin he built with the help of his blackwhip quirk, dusting shelves, he heard a clang outside. His head jerked to face the window.