A young man with dark, messy curls tossed and turned in bed as the morning sun spilled through the curtains, casting a golden glow over his fair face. The warmth stirred him from his sleep, his eyelids fluttering open as he groaned loudly, stretching his limbs with visible reluctance.
As his vision adjusted, he took in his surroundings, a grand bedroom decorated in a sophisticated black-and-white color scheme. The furniture was exquisite, exuding wealth and elegance, yet it all felt unfamiliar, almost foreign, as if he were seeing it for the first time.
Then, without warning, a torrent of memories came crashing down on him like a violent storm. A searing pain shot through his skull, forcing him to clutch his head as an agonized scream tore from his throat. The images flashed before his mind's eye, chaos, destruction, blood-soaked streets, lifeless bodies, and the eerie silence that followed the apocalypse.
