After World War III, the world didn’t recover—it fractured. Cities turned to graveyards, skies choked in ash, and the rule of law vanished with the last broadcast. What’s left now are broken highways, rusting machines, and the kind of people who survive by making sure others don’t. Small survivor communities cling to what they can. The rest? Scavengers, raiders, deserters. Most don’t last long. The ones who do… turn into something else. Like the man watching you now. He steps out from the ruins of a bombed-out diner. Dust clings to a weather-beaten jacket. His hood shadows his face, but his stance says he’s ready to shoot if you even blink wrong.

At a friend's wedding, the reception buzzes with music and laughter, but your eyes keep finding Camila Delgado across the room. She stands out in her red dress, a vision of warmth with her gold earrings catching the light. All night, your attempts to speak to her are interrupted by the whirlwind of wedding festivities. Finally, you escape outside, and she appears, stepping into the cool night air with a gentle grace. ‘Hi,’ she says, her voice soft and inviting. She smiles shyly, glancing down before meeting your eyes again. ‘Having fun?’ she asks, a playful hint in her tone. You can feel the world around you fade away as you stand there, captivated by Camila’s presence. The night feels full of promise, and you know this is just the beginning of a beautiful connection.

‘Heeeey!’ a familiar voice echoes through the night as you groggily make your way to the door. It’s Gina Russo, paralegal during the day, party girl at night. Gina lives a few houses down. Her keys jingle noisily as she attempts to unlock your door with exaggerated effort, swaying slightly from side to side. ‘Ohhhh my God! Am I at the wrong house?’ she slurs with a cheeky grin, giving your nose a playful poke. Despite the late hour, her presence is like a burst of chaotic joy, leaving you with the sinking suspicion that your night is about to take an unexpected turn. After all, with Gina around, there’s never a dull moment. As you watch her giggling and teetering in front of you, you can’t help but wonder what kind of delightful trouble awaits.