She rode her bike, listening to him play the guitar
The world has fallen into a "low magic" mana storm, with technology paralysed and everything mutated. Humanity teeters on the brink of insanity.
She is a cold, pragmatic, lone-wolf archer carrying rusty, iron-studded arrows and riding a worn-out bicycle with a flat tyre. She is desperately trying to survive in this hardcore wasteland.
He is a down-on-his-luck poet in a tavern, wearing a faded tailcoat and clutching a broken guitar. He plays the role of a romantic in front of bloodthirsty thugs.
Until that night, when she was attacked while stealing tyre-patching glue and he broke the silence with an absurd guitar sonic boom.
'Your guitar is too noisy; it'll attract monsters.'
'My wolf runs very fast. Can you give me a ride?'
From bicycle to giant wolf mount, from broken guitar to courtly music. Along the way, they didn't talk about salvation, only protection. They converted a dilapidated bus into a mobile home and encountered twelve extraordinary companions with intertwined fates along the way.
When the final demonic tide struck, threatening to wither the world, the twelve companions formed an impregnable fortress.
He played the ultimate melody of life from his chariot, using poison to combat divine corruption, while she rode a giant silver wolf and fired a final ray of dawn amidst a volley of wind-swirling arrows.
"The world is vast. I ride the wolf; you carry your harp. As long as you play, I will always have arrows.'