This is a world without nuclear weapons.
The nights in Saint Anca City are long and seemingly endless. In this era, ordinary people are swept along by the tide of war toward the cruelest of fates.
At dawn, people huddle in the ruins, trembling as artillery shells explode around them.
At dusk, people struggle to make their way along streets locked down by snipers.
Bombers fill the sky, tanks burn, and the wreckage of mechs blocks every intersection.
Humanity has been ground away. Survival is the only truth!
This is a siege so long it seems destined never to end, a nightmare that can only be over once everyone is dead.
"Hey! Whoever you are, you have to do something in a war!"
Du Laika gazed impassively at the old man.
"I just want to stay alive."
"And take a few more steps freely down the street."
PS: This story is set in a completely fictional historical world.
