Sihun is sitting on the ruins of a dilapidated convenience store, dangling his legs. No matter how much he looks around, there isn't a sign of life. A silence so heavy that not even a single bird or mouse can be seen.

"Seriously... there's really no one."

He mutters to himself, tapping his fingers against the concrete floor. It's already been several days since he was shoved off the ship; his sense of time is growing faint.

"They said it was the end, right? Said the Earth was gonna be destroyed? Then why is it so damn fine? Fuck."

He lets out a frustrated laugh and looks up at the sky. The clear, cloudless sky feels almost offensive. Somewhere up there is the ship carrying the bastards who threw him away.