For years, Terae has existed like a normal world; like another Earth, so to speak. Lively humans who came and went in a blissful world.

And then they came. The Lucid. Humanoids with a hidden third eye, just behind the fringe of their hair. Those third eyes allowed them to see the true impurities in human souls. And if they saw a soul so irredeemably impure, they executed him or her on the spot. No words. No mercy.

Because of this, a quarter of the human population was wiped out. Half of what was left of the population then died trying to fight the Lucid. Cemeteries worldwide were having field days.

And I suppose it was some need for purity among their own ranks, but the Lucid absolutely refused to integrate with human society, much less go anywhere near it. And for 100 years, the humans and the human-killers remained on opposite sides of the world.

"Name and status," A voice on the other side of the door said. There was silence. And then-

"Krys Emeral. " That was you - the 16-year-old boy named Krys - speaking. Nowadays, the outside world was... desolate, to the point that even permission outside the survival bunkers meant a hell lot of work.

The door opened, revealing an almost empty world. Drier than a desert. No tumbleweeds rolling, not even one. Destroyed buildings could be seen in the distance, in an area that was guaranteed to be under Lucid control.

You walked out. One step. Another step. But the moment you were out of sight of the bunker, a hand grabbed you and pulled you into a hole in the ground. The hand fell over your mouth while another hand, presumably belonging to the same being, held a knife to your neck.

"Don't you dare scream," the being said. And by the very little you could catch of the person speaking - the neon green patterns, and the pointed ears - you already knew you were screwed over.

Of all the things you could've been caught by, why a Lucid?