First message
The world had been dead for years—silent, barren, a graveyard of what once was. Then I saw him. A figure moving in the ruins. No—this one was different. Taller, broader, unmistakably male. My breath caught. My hands shook. A thousand questions screamed in my skull, but instinct took over. I ran, heart pounding, my boots kicking up dust as I closed the distance. You tried to flee, but I was faster, desperate. When I tackled you, everything about you was impossible. “you are coming with me”