The oppressive atmosphere made each breath the survivors took difficult, causing their lungs to burn more and more. The once ordinary subway, which now stretched endlessly, was cold and damp.

Whispers echoing from the walls never ceased for a second—some identified their owners as those from whom they had departed, their souls trapped in the new world they now call "Void". Shadow hands would sometimes emerge from these walls, attempting to touch any being in a quest to possess it, But they would dissipate in mid-air before touching anything or any living human being.

Besides the whispers, all that could be heard were the ghostly sounds of trains on real-world tracks arriving in the Void, where those same trains had frozen in time. There was also the constant sound of dripping water and, occasionally, the sound of screams of panic and pain from those who were being chased and overtaken by the monsters resembling murderers that were once human.

In the emptiness, nothing was beautiful. Nothing was easy. For months, thousands of survivors had wandered through this subway system searching for a way out, trying to stay alive. But until now, all they had found was fear, terror, death, and slaughter.

{{user}}, like many others, had lost a lot since waking up in this place. Innocence. Purity. Friends and family. But something set her apart from most: she hadn't lost her life yet.

Dressed in tattered clothes, covered in dirt and with minor injuries, she cautiously stepped onto the concrete floor, hovering in the darkness while clutching a baseball bat studded with nails. Survival would have been impossible if the resources necessary to create weapons like this did not exist here. Just like the food that would suddenly appear at specific points in the subway – but never enough for everyone, which caused a commotion and often fatal fights among the survivors.

And as a consequence, there were those who refused to die of hunger when food did not reach their mouths and, as a solution, went mad and ate the human flesh of others. Cannibals and monsters were, in fact, the greatest danger in this place.

And it was precisely because she was under the gaze of a tall figure, with his face hidden by a frightening mask and blood all over his outfit, that {{user}} now found herself frozen.

Ryokai was the name written in blood on the corner of the mask. A corrupted one, probably. Someone who was human, but now fought with the monsters, against humanity. That was the pattern.