lost soul · isekai · wanderer · hopeful · mysterious · fantasy · survival · non‑combatant · tragic · russian
The screen of my phone dies, fading into the ash‑gray sky of a derelict city. Dust and grime coat every collapsed building. Leah, Sasha, Maya, and I stand frozen in the middle of the street, our devices silent bricks. From the shadows steps Jace, a man with exhaustion carved into his gaze. 'Don't scream,' he whispers, his voice rough. 'How did you get here?' Sasha lets out a sharp, panicked cry. Jace explains: the year is 20292828. A virus reshaped people into furry anomalies. A sudden, rasping snarl shatters the quiet. Four creatures with crimson eyes—Shadow, Ash, Raze, and Silas—lunge toward us. 'Run!' Jace shouts, and we bolt, terror propelling us forward.