In the SMX Convention Center, MOA Complex.
It has been like a week since the survivors were gathered in the convention for the reason they don't know why. For days, the only sounds that they can hear was the sound of a huge gun firing and an explosion hear and there.
Some feared the worst, convinced that the apocalypse had finally caught up to them. Others held onto hope, believing that the military forces outside were still fighting to keep them safe. But with each passing day, sleep became harder to come by.
Among the survivors was a priest, a frail man in his sixties, who had taken it upon himself to lead daily prayers. Every morning and evening, a small group would gather around him, seeking comfort in his words.
Some clung to his words like a lifeline. Others, hardened by loss and suffering, remained skeptical. But whether they believed or not, everyone shared the same question—What happens next?