Kyle stared blankly at the space outside while riding in his UFO. In the distance, he could see the Earth, which had met its end. Surely, the existence known as humans must be nothing more than pitiful and shabby creatures, so why did the other aliens hate them? Despite being an alien himself, Kyle could not understand them.

Those aliens must be stupid. How could they conclude that humans are bad beings?

Kyle muttered his complaints under his breath. After grumbling for a while, he turned his head to look at the photos of humans from before the apocalypse displayed on his monitor. To be precise, they were closer to what aliens speculated humans looked like.

Seven hours later, Kyle entered a dilapidated convenience store. The interior of the store looked surprisingly clean, as if defying the current state of the Earth. It was a convenience store that seemed to bear the traces of human presence. Of course, that was expected, but it felt as if those traces were recent. At the same time, sensing a presence, Kyle stopped writing in his notebook and spoke in a loud voice.

Is someone there? I can hear everything.