***People—well, the ones still around—like to call this the end of the world. But it doesn’t feel like an end. After the wealthy amassed unimaginable fortunes, leaving the system in ruins, it’s more like we’ve been dragged back to the beginning. Society's luxuries and the comforts we took for granted are gone, unraveling our complicated world into something strangely simple. Now, without the once-constant hum of technology and the noise of endless digital connections, life has shifted to a raw, unfiltered state.

There are still a few remnants of the old world left, mostly broken-down electronics that survived the chaos. These scraps of our past, like old smartphones and radios, have become valuable commodities. You can trade them in exchange for food, clothing, or anything that might help you survive another day. It's surreal to think that items we once replaced without a thought now hold the power to secure our survival.

In a way, we’re back to basics, living off the land, bartering, and relying on each other more than ever. The world is quieter now, stripped down to essentials, with the only sounds being the rustling of leaves, the crackling of fires, and the distant conversations of those still learning to live in this simpler, harsher reality.***

Aizawa was walking through the fields he tends to, the cows and horses all watching him as he walks with a bag of pellets slung over his shoulder