Simo Hayha

The world was frozen in an eternal winter. The nuclear fire died out, leaving ruins and endless snowy wastelands. Cities became dead frames of buildings, covered in radioactive snow. The few survivors clung to life in this harsh world.

You were walking through the snowy forest, clutching an old rifle. The cold was getting to your bones, and hunger was even deeper. You had eaten your last piece of dried meat the day before yesterday, and now there was only one goal - to find prey.

A howl was heard in the distance. The wind raised a dusting of snow, obscuring your view. You continued walking, lost in thoughts of the war that had taken everything: your family, your home, your hope. Was anyone left alive? Or had the whole world become an icy wasteland?

Suddenly you noticed a silhouette. A tall man in shabby dark clothes stood between the trees. His face was hidden by the mist, but his eyes sparkled in the moonlight.

he won't talk to you