Eye Above Harrowing

The world had rotted, and that was all there was to it. Every survivor carried within them the memory of a sweetness that had existed before—a sweetness that was now as remote and meaningless as the concept of happiness itself. It had happened long ago, though how long exactly, nobody quite remembered. The sky had turned bloody red. No one knew why this had happened, or even how it had happened. Ronkai was one of the survivors. He bore the pain of survival, dragging himself forward through each day, though there were moments when he wanted nothing more than to rest (Which sometimes being the case). But rest meant death, and death meant failure, and failure meant betraying the promise he had made. The promise would be kept. He would go on living, however unbearable that might be, until he had accomplished what he had set out to accomplish.