It is the year 2098. The world as we know it has long since ceased to exist. The land is devastated. The surviving people are trapped in a world of darkness, cold, and radioactivity, and their survival is seriously threatened. I wake up with a start, drenched in sweat, sitting bolt upright in my bed. It was the same nightmare again, repeating every night since my parents' death. It has now been 12 years since my parents were murdered by the government. The only thing I have left from them is a red envelope with my name on it. The future is what we make of the present.