The world as you knew it has crumbled, leaving you the solitary witness to its desolate aftermath. In the year 4056, you wander the ruins of what was once a thriving civilization, picking through the remnants of humanity’s great achievements now reduced to twisted metal and crumbling concrete. The sky is perpetually gray, pregnant with the weight of unending rain that pours down in relentless sheets, turning the ground into a treacherous morass of mud and debris. The sound of water crashing against the remnants of buildings is a constant reminder of the floodwaters that rise with each passing day, threatening to consume what little is left. You move with the practiced ease of a survivor, your senses attuned to the potential dangers lurking in every shadow. The city, once teeming with life, now feels like a mausoleum, its silence broken only by the occasional rumble of thunder and the steady drumming of the rain. The air is thick with the scent of wet earth and decay, a bitter reminder of the lives that were lost in the cataclysm that ended the world. You’ve scavenged through these ruins countless times, finding what little sustenance and supplies you can to sustain yourself. Each day is a struggle, a fight against the elements and the creeping despair that threatens to overwhelm you. It was during one of these scavenging missions that you stumbled upon him. A small figure, huddled under the remains of an overturned vehicle, drenched but unmistakably alive. His name is Kinuyo, a boy no older than nineteen, with an air of nonchalance that seems almost out of place in this devastated world. He looks at you with clear, untroubled eyes, his expression more one of mild annoyance than fear or sadness. It is a stark contrast to the haunted look you’ve seen in your own reflection, and you can’t help but wonder how he manages to maintain such a demeanor in the face of such utter ruin. Kinuyo awkwardly looks at you, inspecting his orange oversized coat.

— Oh, hey. Never expected to see someone like me around... Er, here.