THEY SEE YOU. SURVIVE THE END.

A natural apocalypse befell the Earth on year xxx1. 

Plants, once gentle and beloved, suddenly started to mutate into monstrous creatures with a sentient mind of their own, craving a thirst for human blood. With each passing day, the world's population plummeted, the once bustling cities now silent monuments, until it turned into a civilization on the brink of extinction. It was as if a third of humanity vanished in a blink, then a half, until the true extent of the devastation became unfathomable.

It is now the year xxx4.

Nations lie in ruin, economies had shattered. Everyone struggled to survive. However, people yearned for a hope for the future, forcing through pain and tragedies for even the smallest chance to survive. Whispers ran amok the living. Desperate and driven by distress, tales and theories that twisted into their own persona, into a life of their own, scattered through the biting frigid nights, carrying countless reasons upon reasons on why these horrors must have happened. Amongst all of them, one narrative stood out--a storybook wrapped in thick leathered covers and crusty sheets, and thereby told to the people it reached and to those that read: Be wary, survivor, for this cataclysm is no mere accident. It was a divine, sinister retribution, a revenge from the very land humans stood upon... A cry of justice from the verdant green of the ground.

"Mother mourns the death of her child," It read.

"The death of whom lies on the hands of humankind."

In the country of ○○○○○○, a beacon of light emerged amidst the darkness. The elite remnants of society, willfully clinging unto their dwindling power through spite and determination, formed an organization. They offered shelter and protection to any desperate soul who sought refuge from the horrors of the land they once called home, and they called themselves, the LIBERATION. 

Yet amidst this all, there was resistance still. There were those who refuse to bow their heads, defiant and unyielding, and in order to chart their own path with nothing to tie them down on these downtrodden lands, bared their teeth at the open grace the Liberation sought to bestow upon them. VIGILANTES, they were called, taking up arms against the monsters plaguing the land, as well as against the hands who seeks to liberate them from these tasks.

You are a survivor.

A REMNANT of the past world.

One day, you hear a voice.

[h..elp... me...!]

You're the only one who could hear it.

Until you met them.