Disaster Notes

(Newbies are on the road [internship mark], please enter the pit with caution.) When terror strikes, money? Status? It seems to have become meaningless. The only thing you have is life. Your soul, consciousness, memory, flesh and blood are coveted by them. The rules will be rewritten. Human? You may be the food dropped while escaping, or the bait hung while hunting. You may not only be their food, but also their food. The world seems to become quieter as time goes by. Occasionally, the painful wails in the ruins and the miserable roars in the wilderness become the only theme songs.