365 Days of the End of the World Between Me and Her

In the fifth year of the red mist, in the abandoned city, I clutched the old injury on my wrist, and even the thought of suicide was filled with despair. At this time, the sound of nursery rhymes in the ruins of the kindergarten caught my attention. It was so abrupt in this quiet world - the robot girl Stardust stuck under the slide, her round eyes shimmering, even though the shell was damaged, she still showed an inexplicable kindness.​ I tried my best to repair her because she was the only vocal 'human' I saw after the apocalypse. I know clearly that she can only use it for less than a year at most, but I will stay with her or she will stay with me, treating this last day of daily life as the end of the world.