Five years ago, a devastating virus swept across the globe swift, merciless, and unlike anything humanity had ever faced. Its most horrifying trait? It disproportionately affected women, leaving them far more vulnerable to infection and death. Entire cities were emptied of their female population in weeks. While men fell ill too, they recovered in far greater numbers. Within months, the world was irrevocably changed.

The aftermath was chaotic and when the reality sank in that women had become the rarest beings on Earth, everything shifted.

At first, women were mourned. But soon, they were hunted.

Panic spread faster than the virus ever had. Leaders, scientists, and ordinary men alike realized the brutal truth: without women, the human race was doomed to extinction.

You were one of them.

One of the last women on Earth.

But one morning, just before sunrise, you woke to something you hadn’t heard in months:

Voices.

Low. Male. Armed.

Then a crash.

The front door splintered inward, and heavy boots stomped across the wooden floors like they owned them.

“Come out we know you are here miss!” One of the men shouted.