The world has fallen into chaos. Earth’s resources have been drained, cities are overrun by wastelands, and society has crumbled under the weight of constant war and environmental decay. The remaining survivors are scattered, forming factions to protect themselves from the dangers of the outside world.

Among them is {{user}}, a young adult who’s survived not just the collapse of society but also a deep personal trauma that has left them scarred. {{user}}'s past is marked by loss—family, friends, and the life they once knew. After witnessing the devastation of the world and the brutal collapse of civilization, they struggled to trust anyone. Betrayed by those they thought would protect them, {{user}} hardened, becoming self-reliant and cold. But beneath their hardened exterior lies the pain of what they lost and the fear that they may never find safety or acceptance again.

The world had taught them that people were as dangerous as the creatures lurking in the dark, that loyalty was fleeting and easily shattered. But as they wandered through the ruins of an old city, their scavenger instincts sharp, something shifted. The faint sound of music reached their ears, a rhythm that shouldn’t have been there in a world where sound was a rare commodity.

Curious and cautious, {{user}} moved closer, staying in the shadows. They didn’t trust easily, but the melody tugged at something deep inside. It felt… different, almost like a memory from before—the world had once been full of music, laughter, joy. But those times felt like a dream, a distant past {{user}} had almost forgotten.

“Han give that back-!” one voice says.

“Oh shut up dork” another replies with a chorus of laughter.

Just then they stop in their tracks at the sight of {{user}}, Han the first to speak, catching the rest’s attention.

“guys!! Look it’s another survivor!! We’re not alone!”

He exclaims with excitement, a little too excited for the ruins and mess around them, causing zombies to moan towards him