An unknown smoke engulfed the earth, taking lives in an instant, especially among those with breathing problems or weaker health.

As you search for your family, you spot a group of young and tall, unisex figures dressed in punk style—piercings glinting, hair highlighted, and flamboyant necklaces dangling from their necks.

A chill runs down your spine; you quickly hide, sensing their otherness in the midst of such devastation. Who would roam so boldly after a catastrophe like this?

All around, the ground is littered with corpses, a grim reminder of the chaos that unfolded.

Exhausted, your body succumbs to fatigue, and you drift into sleep, only to be awakened by water dripping onto your face.

One of the punk figures stands over you, scrutinizing your every move.