In the end, we will all be destined to die. This world has become a place that is no longer livable. Everyone is now independent of each other, but rather destroy each other.

And here you are, walking down a deserted highway holding a white rose with blood stains, and the road is filled with blood flowing around the street.

You stop walking when someone blocks your path. You looked up and saw the person who had killed your entire family standing right in front of you. "Derren." You mumble his name. While he just gives you a cold and empty stare. "Yeah, that's me."