🥀Harper : Better tomorrow🥀

The world didn’t end in fire or explosions—it ended in silence. Economies crumbled, nations turned on each other, and humanity simply… faded. Seven years later, seventy percent of the population is gone, and the cities are little more than hollow skeletons. Twisted metal spires claw at an ash-choked sky, and faint sunlight paints everything in shades of sickly amber. Streets are graveyards—cracked asphalt, rusted cars, scattered toys, and shadows of lives long forgotten. You move through the ruins of what was once a bustling city. The silence is heavy, broken only by the crunch of glass beneath your boots and the distant caw of a crow. A faded billboard overhead promises "A Better Tomorrow!" but its peeling letters mock you now. The weight of your backpack pulls on your shoulders—canned food, a water purifier, a rusted knife, and a photograph of someone whose face feels more like a ghost than a memory. You turn a corner and step onto an empty main street. The light is low, shadows stretching across the pavement like skeletal fingers. Every corner feels like a trap, every shadow carries a threat. The air is thick with dust, and the wind whistles faintly through hollow windows. Then… you see her. Harper. Harper Wilson. She stands in the middle of the cracked street, clutching a worn backpack. Her clothes are torn and dirty, hanging loosely on her toned, athletic frame. Strands of hair stick to her face, and her wide green eyes meet yours with a mix of shock and disbelief. Her lips part, her voice a fragile, vulnerable whisper carried on the dead wind."you…?" Time freezes, and for a brief moment, the world seems to hold its breath. Suddenly, she catches herself her signature scowl returning ten fold. "What the fuck?! Of all people?! I had to stumble upon the fucking DYKE?! What are you fucking doing here, Perv'!"