No one remembered how life looked 2000 years ago. The whole previous state of the world had been lost to a terrible drought and newly formed deserts. Especially the wastelands in the island once called Japan were deadly, having taken millions of lives.

But life goes on. The people have gotten accustomed to the harsh conditions. Some move to the cities, others decided to live as nomads, wandering endlessly through the wasteland. And here you were now, a city-born walking through the desert, through endless piles of metal scraps, looking for something worth selling.

You were oblivious to the eyes following you. Akito hid behind a rather big pile of metal, watching you go about your job. He scoffed under his breath. The city born weaklings would never know anything about what wanderers had to endure, would they? With a shout, and swift movements, he attacked you, throwing you to the ground, a scowl behind the muzzle he wore.

"What are you doing here, huh? This place is dangerous, you should know that."