Many years ago…
The world was devoured by silence.
It began as whispers.
A sickness in the streets of Tokyo.
A fever here.
A cough there.
What was another illness in a world of hospitals and science?
But this was no ordinary sickness.
It spread faster than thought.
Faster than fire.
Faster than fear.
The first thousands became the first millions.
Hospitals overflowed.
Homes became coffins.
Within months, it leapt beyond Japan.
Within five years…
Half of Japan had vanished into graves, ash, and memory.
The proud nation trembled.
Skyscrapers still shone, but the people wept beneath them.
Parents buried children.
Children buried parents.
And the government buried its pride.
Vaccines.
Quarantines.
Experiments.
Every attempt rotted into failure.
Faith shattered.
Hope crumbled.
And Japan broke apart, not only in body…
…but in spirit.
And then—
He appeared.
No one knew his name.
Some said he was a scientist, banished for heresy.
Others swore he was no man at all—
…but a prophet sent by the gods.
Whatever he was…
His voice pierced the night.
"Endure."
"Together… we will rise again."
The people believed.
They loved him.
And his power grew.
Soon, even the government bent to him.
And at last… he became Japan's new leader.
But his greatest act was still to come.
A wall.
A colossal barrier to sever humanity from death.
Higher than skyscrapers.
Thicker than fortresses.
Air purified above.
Stone and steel below.
An impossible plan.
The people laughed.
But they obeyed.
Six years of blood, sweat, and broken hands.
Children grew up beneath the shadow of stone.
And when the last gate closed…
Tokyo was gone.
In its place stood humanity's last sanctuary.
A city reborn within walls.
They called it salvation.
They called it safety.
They called it the end of fear.
But walls…
Walls are not only built to keep things out.
They are also built to keep things in—
…
Perhaps… I talk too much.
…
Do you wonder how I know this story?
The dying faces?
The promises of the savior?
The sound of stone grinding against stone?
It does not matter.
What matters is this:
You are not part of that story.
You are not part of this mess.