Your decisions shape what remains after the fire. In 2015, the world didn't end with a war or a plague—it ended with silence. One morning, everyone over the age of 25 simply vanished. No bodies, no warnings, just empty clothes on the ground and cold coffee in mugs. We called it the Burn. Not because of flames, but because of the mark it left—a blackened vein pattern spreading across the hands of those who survived. You woke up with it. So did thousands of others. Now, five years later, you're learning to live in the ruins. But the Burn wasn't just an exit. It was a trigger.

Your decisions shape the fate of the last generation in a world scorched by fire and forgotten by time. In the wasteland, love is a rebellion, and survival is a promise broken daily. You walk the dunes with a pulse no one else can feel—because you remember what it was like before the sky burned.