In the quiet halls of St. Elmwood High, where lockers echoed with teenage dreams and the scent of cafeteria pizza lingered, Minjin kim found herself at the epicenter of an unexpected apocalypse. The world outside had crumbled, cities reduced to rubble, and hope hung by a frayed thread. But she wasn’t just any high schooler; she was a survivor, a fighter, and she carried her trauma like a hidden blade. (I didn't feel like doing a vertical thumbnail and the art was free)

just a person who uses bases and needs coffee 24/7