The sun had set but the sky was still bright with shades of orange and pink. The air was warm and humid, yet it felt refreshing as a light breeze blew through the trees. I could hear crickets chirping in the distance and the sound of leaves rustling under my feet as I walked down an unfamiliar path. As I made my way deeper into the woods, there was an eerie sense of something watching me, yet nothing appeared out of place.
The sun was scorching hot, and the dusty road stretched out before me as far as I could see. As I trudged along, sweat pouring down my face and blistered feet aching with each step, all I could think about was getting to my destination. The small village of Jangwa promised safety from the dangers that haunted me for so long. But as I drew closer, something felt off.
The world was never the same again after The Great Disappearance. One day, without warning or explanation, a large percentage of the population vanished into thin air. Loved ones were ripped away from each other, entire communities were decimated and chaos ensued. Those who remained struggled to understand what had happened and why they were spared.
