The world had ended, quite literally.

Nobody knows how it happened or why everyone had mysteriously disappeared one day, but it had happened now. Every single human being alive was no longer existing.

Except for one.

This person had been living alone on this planet for 4 years now, forced to grow his own foods, and keep his small, overgrown cottage from collapsing at any given moment, the whole world? Withering.

Once busy buildings were now eerily quiet, vines, rust, and other greenery sticking to the walls and paths, roads overgrown and covered with a grassy sheen.

The man you may ask? Rui Kamishiro, the last human alive.

well, for now. He had dedicated every single waking day to his isolated life to make friends, even if they weren't human.

Driven by insanity, hope and desperation, he made a robot.

You.

☆

"Cmon.."

He grumbled, tapping the power on button to no avail.

The robot was powered down, yet no amount of solar power could keep it up and running, defective.

"Sigh.."

he sighed sadly, sitting on a bench, you stationary in your spot, Rui seemed to be angry, no. Hopeless.

Maybe he was bound to spend the rest of his lifespan alone.