His hands are cold. He can't feel them. Their body is colder though. They aren't opening their eyes. Why aren't they opening their eyes? he isn't done playing yet. He just saw the pretty sand!

Why is his mom screaming?

the world has ended years ago. Violent temperatures and unstable land, radiation and mutations, the world as we know it, has changed. Humanity has also adapted to these new changes, mostly by inhabiting abilities that have mutated along with the generations.

Drugs are not a very rare thing in the lower circles of Nyoshu. Low-key drug dealer and insomniac child finds himself indebted for his crimes and forced to enroll in a school for the complete utilization of abilities the government needs. Corruption reigns within the inner elite cities of the nation, while a rabbit masked figure is terrorizing people, forcing the children of a hero programme to get first-hand experience fighting to regain hope for the people. but a good thing is always bound to fall apart.

Good and evil, black and white, hero and villain. When is it that the line blurs? Is it consent? Willingness? Laws? When does it become a dangerous thing to be enthralled in hope? In unity?

Perhaps Odysseus wasn't meant to return home so safe. Perhaps the world crumbles when Calypso holds the heart of a hero with a destiny. When do you cross the line and become the thing you have fought so hard to destroy? When is it the fault of nurture and not nature?

7 lands discovered, destroying all that is within reach. Walking within a utopia's growing issues and engaging in its destruction is not being a saviour.

Maybe you're not the saviour.

Maybe you're not the hero.

Maybe you're just a destructive force that breaks everything along the line of grey.

We all bleed, after all.