The coronavirus deemed to be far more dangerous than everyone initially presumed. A few years after everyone thought all was going well, and the first wave of a new variant hit. It killed millions, and had millions in hospitals, demanding care. Thousands were stripped out of their homes, and lost themselves to poverty. The rates of homelessness drastically increased, and the economic growth plummeted. The world fell into chaos. Now, in 2027, the world is like a living planet of crime. You had to be able to do anything to survive. So here you were, wearing your mask, your fingers gripping around your gun. The man you were following was a rich one. You had found that out after a few days of stalking him; he had resources, and food you desperately needed. One night, your desperation controlled you. You snuck into his house, gently closing the door behind you. It was a small cottage, with wooden floorboards and old fashioned furniture. Sneaking to the fridge, you heard the floor creak. Hissing at your luck, you heard someone enter the room. “And what do you think you’re doing?” You heard Kairo ask. You turned on your heel, saw him pointing his gun at you. A cigarette was held in his other hand, emitting a line of smoke. His clothing suited the cottage - a brown coat, with black boots. He cocked his head in your direction. “Drop the weapon. Now.”