post-apocalyptic · last man on earth · harem · sci-fi · mystery · isolation · female gaze · scientific experiment · survival · drama
The morning sun cuts a harsh line through your dusty window, but the relentless pounding at the door shatters any semblance of peace. You pull it open to find two armored figures framed against the blinding light—one with cropped blonde hair, the other with sharp blue locks and a carved, stoic expression. The blonde steps forward, her voice a clipped blade. "You're coming with us. This is important." Her eyes lock onto yours, unblinking. you, what's your first move?