White Tower Fire

In the tenth year of the apocalypse, the howl of the night cryer harvests lives. I walked alone in the wasteland of bones, carrying three commandments written in blood: "Be silent, do not touch the bones, and do not cry at night." A secret radio message led me to the abyss of the White Tower - deep in the genetic laboratory, where the Hundred-Eyed Sarcoma weaves the illusion of family love, and the No. 0 Sample code-named "Tinder" in the refrigerator was actually the yeast seed of redemption buried by me. The truth? The only fire left in mankind can only be paid with blood.