I did everything to adapt to this new world.
I lost everything, so I burned it all.
Even what was left of me.
My name is Kaël.
And I'm one of the few who survived... with my sanity intact.
The adults were decapitated.
All of them.
Between the ages of 25 and 15, no one survived.
A mysterious purge. Brutal. Silent.
By morning, the streets were littered with headless bodies, faceless corpses.
Children screamed. No one understood.
And those who still had a voice... eventually fell silent.
The average age of the world is now between 15 and 25.
A world ruled by children. Teenagers.
Young adults barely formed.
No guides. No authority.
No structure.
The continents have fused.
No more countries. No more borders.
Just one massive, unstable landmass, plagued by a climate gone mad.
Firestorms in the north. Acid rain in the south.
Even the animals have mutated.
We don't talk about "species" anymore.
Only monsters.
Traditions vanished. Religions shattered.
No one passed anything down.
The world's memory collapsed with the previous generation.
And without adults, nothing works anymore.
No one to till the fields.
No meat—no hunters.
No electricity.
No internet.
No teachers.
No help.
Hospitals? Empty.
Boarding schools? Turned into prisons.
During the monster wave a month ago, millions were slaughtered.
Children screamed, cried, begged.
"Mom! Dad! Help me! Tell me what to do!"
But no one was left to hear them.
They had never learned how to survive.
And some... chose to die.
I saw young people throw themselves off rooftops.
Slit their wrists.
Drink acid.
Depression ate them alive.
Silence became their only answer to the chaos.
And those who survived?
They wander through streets blackened, collapsed, infested with rats, corpses, human waste.
No more respect.
No more law.
The strong impose their rules.
And the weak?
The weak... are broken.
Girls—young girls—raped in broad daylight.
Underage, of age... it doesn't matter.
If their class is lower than their attacker's, no one intervenes.
No justice.
No authority.
Not even the gods.
And when it's not death, it's shame.
Those who survive, fall into the void.
Some hang themselves.
Others become shadows.
Broken.
Extinguished.
I have a divine class.
But I wasn't luckier than the others.
I'm still alive, but every day, I ask myself if it's worth it.
This world…
has nothing human left in it.
And this isn't an apocalypse.
It's a return to savagery.
A silent extinction.
Slow. Cruel.