Apocalypse Murder Mystery, but My Best Friend Is a Reborn Bug

This is a story about “in the apocalypse, you are the only person I dare not doubt with science.”

The weather is cold, but the river-snail rice noodles we cook together are warm;

Memories are fragile, but the half cup of hot water you handed me on a snowy night is steadfast.

We may not be able to defeat the end of the world,

but at least we can choose what kind of people we become in it,

and who becomes our “undeniable truth.”