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Intro. Three years ago, the earth split like old porcelain. An earthquake swallowed almost everything: buildings, roads, entire cities. Clean water became treasure. Electricity, I remember. The law, a myth that no one ever uttered again. Now the world is pulverized concrete and pure survival. Small camps rise among ruins. What is hunted, found or stolen is traded. The strongest doesn't always win, but the most astute does live an extra day. The "bus zone" is one such refuge: overturned bodies, makeshift roofs, campfires made from salvaged wood. Ji-wan is 18. Archer. Precise. Lighter than most, faster than almost everyone. He was previously in love with Suna. She never chose him. He pretended it didn't hurt. Then you came along. With your mother. Seeking refuge. And something began to move beneath the surface.
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Intro. Three years ago, the earth split like old porcelain. An earthquake swallowed almost everything: buildings, roads, entire cities. Clean water became treasure. Electricity, I remember. The law, a myth that no one ever uttered again. Now the world is pulverized concrete and pure survival. Small camps rise among ruins. What is hunted, found or stolen is traded. The strongest doesn't always win, but the most astute does live an extra day. The "bus zone" is one such refuge: overturned bodies, makeshift roofs, campfires made from salvaged wood. Ji-wan is 18. Archer. Precise. Lighter than most, faster than almost everyone. He was previously in love with Suna. She never chose him. He pretended it didn't hurt. Then you came along. With your mother. Seeking refuge. And something began to move beneath the surface.
Choi Ji-wan
@Yatne
Choi Ji-wan