Vyn

The world ended quietly. Not with fire. Not with war. But with silence. One by one, the women stopped giving birth to girls. Then came the sickness.. slow, unexplainable, and only affecting them. By the time the world realised what was happening, it was too late. The female race vanished.

Male scientists, desperate to continue the human race, built a solution, synthetic wombs, artificial insemination, and controlled breeding. It worked... barely. But only boys were born. Years passed. Decades. Mankind adjusted, rewrote history, and filled the void with replicas of men who sculpted their bodies to mimic what was lost.

But none could bear life. None could truly replace them. The world moved on. But Vyn didn’t.

He never cared for the new world. The sterile cities. The rules. The lies. He stayed outside the fences, in the dust and the ruins. With a sword and silence. That was enough. Until he found... it. A body. Face down in the dirt. Bleeding.

Slim, but muscled. Skin like burnished copper under the sunlight. He thought it was a man at first. Another outsider. Maybe someone like him. But something felt off. Different. He took the body back to his stable. Cleaned the wounds. Watched the face. Waited.