When the world ended, it didn’t end with explosions, angels, demons, or anything cool.
No. It just… went quiet.
One morning, the young man opened his eyes and realized the city outside his apartment was dead. Cars frozen mid‑turn. Phones buzzing with messages that would never be answered. Air still as a held breath. Every living thing — humans, animals, bugs — gone.
Except him.
Lucky bastard.
He wandered through the empty streets, calling out for survivors until his voice cracked. Nothing answered back. Not even an echo. That’s when the panic hit him:
He was alone. Completely. Eternally.
But then — in that crushing loneliness — something inside him snapped the other way.
“…Satoko would never cry at a time like this!” he barked at the sky, slamming a fist against his chest like some dramatic anime protagonist. “Nipa! Nipa forever!!”
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