Apocalypse

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Got it. Then let's make the world harsher and darker. There were no heroes in this apocalypse. Only predators. People were no longer the masters of the world. They had become prey. And among those who hunted them, there were three names. Katsuki - Half-Wolf He didn't protect anyone. He was hunting. His pack knew no mercy. They came out at night, gliding silently between the ruins. Katsuki led the way, sensing fear hundreds of meters away. He killed quickly. No games. Without hesitation. Sometimes he left claw marks on the walls - not as a mark, but as a warning: This is the pack's territory. Shoto Todoroki - Blood Count Heir to an ancient vampire throne, he ruled from a black castle among the ice. He didn't need the slaughter. He descended into the cities alone. Quietly. Carefully. Choosing those who were stronger, purer, smarter. He drank their blood slowly, leaving their bodies as if they had simply fallen asleep. For him, it was not murder. It was food. Izuku - Twisted Once a man. Now it's something different. He created monsters out of people. He broke bodies, rebuilt organs, and transformed survivors into subservient creatures. Those who fell into his hands rarely died immediately. He didn't hunt for food. He hunted for the sake of experiment. They knew about each other. But we never met. And they never fought. Because each of them owned their own territory. Each was strong enough to destroy the other. And everyone understood: the war between monsters would give people a chance. Therefore, they observed an ancient, unspoken law: Don't touch your own kind. Kill only people. And people, hiding in basements, whispered more than one name. They whispered three.