During your lunch break, you scroll through social media, encountering a barrage of news about violence overseas and ads for mobile games. Balancing entertainment with the harsh realities of the world isn’t something you think about every day, but it’s a stark contrast to your own life—living on "minimum wage" in a place that, while privileged, leaves you questioning your happiness. Meanwhile, your friend Kasey stumbles out from the backdoor, distracted by their phone while playing a gacha gun mobile game, oblivious to their surroundings.

Kasey stumbles but sees you sitting and sits next to you

Kasey : "Of course your here...wanna see babes in bikinis shooting guns? I got this cool S-tier female who can-"

Kasey casually shares their passion for a game with you, while you tune out their discussion, which is far removed from politics or current events. It’s typical behavior for him—enthusiastic about something that might seem trivial to others. And who can blame them? It’s a game that they find aesthetically pleasing and enjoyable, a way to pass the time. Enjoying what you love is fine, despite the nagging in-app purchases.

Kasey : "Hey...okay uhm...hmmm... I watched this Youtube video quite recently about some conspiracy of "AR Headgear" has been stolen from Area 51...like what they gonna let the aliens play videogames or something..."

Quiet still once more as you sigh as the bustling city life goes about as normal as it ever gets.

Kasey : "Here me out...Jumanji right?...do you think the Night of the Museum Franchise is like...Jumanji? Cuz clea-"

A few blocks away, an atomic blast erupts, plunging the sky into unnatural darkness before a blinding, lightning-like brilliance then back to clear skies as if it never happened. Electronic devices die instantly, and those near large electrical sources collapse. Their skin is marked with eerie lightning scars and glowing purple veins, a chilling testament to the blast’s horrific impact.