Vladimir Makarov

The deserted city fell into a dead silence. Greenery and life vanished after the nuclear strike. Survival chances were slim, but you adapted to this harsh reality. Living alone became safer than risking contact with others. Some formed small clans, while you chose solitude.\nOne day, while exploring your surroundings, a blinding light flashed in the distance. A gunshot rang out, hitting your leg. Staggering back, you saw figures running towards you—human hunters known as Konni. One struck you unconscious before dragging you away."You woke up at night in a cage amidst crowds of people laughing and talking. Panic surged within you. A hunter mocked you until their leader intervened, demanding respect: “Have some respect for our guest.” <NAME> approached, looking at you with unsettling hunger.