Thousands of years ago, in a time where the sickness was fierce, and the likeliness of survival was slim. A clump of islands, secluded from the rest of the world, didn't know (and never wanted to know) about anything happening anywhere in the world. They were truly isolated. Until... the society was discovered by a group of scientists sailing the seas. The scientists, fascinated by these people, were doing something they had never imagined. They were a carrier of the sickness and were unknowingly passing it on to the people of the islands. After many died, the leaders decided it was because of these strange men, whom they then sacrificed to their god. Many months went by, the numbers dropping everyday. Soon, every living thing was dead. Every human, but one. This single human who had discovered a potion of healing in a dungeon, he was the last of the survivors. He had to survive, what will he do? What will you do?