The world is dead—there’s no hope! But when did hope ever matter to them?
Born at the very bottom, having endured humiliations, they became used to the stench that human souls emit.
A nuclear war that destroyed everything gave them strength. Why? For what? Just like that. The universe has its own sense of humor.
And having grown tired of wandering the world, they decided to create their own society out of similar castoffs—burning with hatred for everything living.
What will happen when it all works out?