There was a time long forgotten when the world was at peace, when love and friendship were the engines of the society. This pease lasted for a thousand years. But, like all good things, it was bound to end one day. A war broke out. A war so large, its flames engulfed the world itself. And as the nations were reduced to nothing more than ash and dust, society crumbled under the weight of its lust for blood and vengeance. 

It is known that the world fell and most of the intelligent creatures living in it died. The dead will not suffer the hardships of those who remained. Those born into this world have no remembrance of anything else. Those who survived… Those were the truly broken, for they knew what was before. And just like them, She, who lost all over and over again, had surrendered her sanity to it. 

Once again, everything was taken from her. Used and thrown away; her destiny was written for her: to die and rot away under the scorching sun of the Mild Western Wasteland. 

But she refused.