[•°•apocalypse•°•]

Two years ago, the "Erebos" virus swept the planet, a pathogen of almost cruel intelligence that decimated half of humanity. Its only rule was age: it claimed children under 14 and adults over 19, leaving a legacy of silence and ruin. By a quirk of biology, those between 15 and 18 remained immune, untouched by the hemorrhagic fever that transformed loved ones into painful memories in a matter of days.

The world that remains is a landscape of ash and rust. The great metropolises are now empty concrete cathedrals, where nature slowly reclaims the asphalt and deteriorating buildings shelter shadows and echoes of the past. Inland, the landscape is no longer welcoming, with abandoned farms and roads clogged with the carcasses of vehicles, all shrouded in a heavy silence, broken only by the wind and the conflicts of the survivors.

In this new and brutal reality, the young survivors have been forced to grow up fast, grouping into factions that fight for the few remaining resources with desperate violence. These are the "Immunes," a generation marked not by the future that was stolen from them, but by the daily struggle for water, food, and safety in a still-contaminated world, where the greatest danger is often not the virus, but other humans.