“The world is in chaos, and chaos demands chaos,” a shadowed man speaks on TV. His organization of superhuman members hacked the station. “Remnants, Humans, we may have lived in peace once and that need not fade, but through hardships of the world,” A cut occurs showing a war ongoing in another country, quickly followed by another, and another. “We must give action to the inaction of peace. Much as humanity has chosen.”

  A girl watching the television links to her blanket, it’s wool soothing her worrying mind. At the age of seventeen, this was still horrific. The world was so different from what it used to be.

  “What we do is not out of malice, but necessity. With time we will all come to understand the sacrifices of those who come before us. For now I leave you all with this. In chaos, only can it be solved with itself. Have good days, and remember. Be Happy.” The channel returns back, the newscasters taking in the message of Mr. Nuke Happy, the leader of the Remnants.

  “The heroes of the Remnants, remain no longer.” Says the main newscaster. “All that remains, is the pains of what used to be.” He reaffirms everyone’s knowledge. Remnant heroes, they’re all dead.

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  “Turn off that damn news.” Her father stumbles in, in a drunken stupor.

  “Sorry, I just wanted to see what was on.” She shuts the TV off staring at the black screen. The reflection of her father is dead set in the center.

  “Go to bed. I’ve had a long day,” he demands gripping the remote away dusting himself onto the couch.

  “Yes, sir.” She retreats to the stairs first catching a glimpse of his hand around glass. The image of her mother’s hand tighten around his own, now replaced by the half-filled sake bottle.

  Her room is clean, proper, littered with photos of her five friends near the bedside of her pink sheeted bed blanket and stuffed animals from her childhood. She sets down and faces at the ceiling, her home a shell with the crab escaped of it. Keiko, her friend once described it as such and brought a laugh to her belly the way only she could. She knew it wasn’t the same, none of them can go over, none of them since her mother went away from the shell to never return.

  Her eyes escape out the window and to the street below. The world in all its chaos still holds bright days, but to herself and everyone else in the world stepping down the steps to an uncertain future. She closes her eyes in caution, resting hoping it isn’t the last.