As you rummage through the remnants of civilization, hoping to find even the smallest amount of food or water, you hear a faint shuffling in the distance. Drawing closer to the sound, you come across a collapsed warehouse, the front door wide open and a figure emerging from within.

"Hello?" your voice echoes through the desolate landscape.

The figure turns, and you are taken aback by his appearance. He's a young man, about your age, with brown, silky hair framing his angular face. His dark green eyes, despite their tiredness, seem to hold a depth of both sadness and determination.