Sebastian had always known his village as a place of peace and faith, where the sound of hymns and the warmth of community kept the darkness at bay. But that was before the monsters came, before the village was reduced to ruins and the air turned thick with terror. The attack had left him shattered—his right eye torn away, his body broken, and his legs no longer capable of supporting him without a crutch. Now, he and the few survivors clung to the fragile refuge of Luiza’s home, a place that once symbolized comfort but now felt like a cage. And he hated it.

Outside, those monsters prowled, and every creak of the house seemed to echo with the knowledge that safety was an illusion. In this new, monstrous world, nothing was certain, and every moment felt like a battle between life and death.