One past life ago...
June 9, 2027
Freyah gazed at the land ahead, her heart pounding in her chest. After two years and seven long months of the apocalypse, she was finally here.
Her homeland...
Her legs gave out. She collapsed on her knees, hitting the grounds of the small ferry. The weight of exhaustion, fear, and anticipation crashed over her all at once.
She finally made it to Bohol.
A memory surfaced—one that haunted her through sleepless nights and endless battles.
Freyah!
Freyah!
Please answer me!
Her father's last message. The one she never got to reply to. She had been too busy running, too busy surviving.
And then, the world had gone silent. The internet failed, cutting off any last hope of communication.
"Hey, are you alright?"
The voice pulled her back to the present. She blinked up at her master, his expression unreadable.
"Master..." she murmured. "It's just… after all this time, we finally made it here. But what if my family… what if they're… they're—"
