1 Monday

India is seventh in the world in terms of land but it too isn't enough as it also the second most populated country. In a state called Maharashtra there is a village called Newasa with 0.3 million people as it's residents. It's entrance is accompanied by Ahmadnagar Highway thus it houses many blooming businesses, shops and homes. At three km from the main area near highway or called as Newasa Phata at the outskirts there are mainly bunglows and distant houses. Their is a group of 4 houses among which one belongs to a 17 year old boy to whom everybody called Ren (/reɪn/).

6:30 am, Monday, February 2032

'Beep-beep', morning alarm made its noise nonstop waking up Ren from his sleep. Rubbing his eyes while sitting up from floor he looked at sky from window, he did have a bed but he prefers sleeping on ground. While brushing his teeth he started watching morning news.

"As you can see today is the day when the world famous city, New York cease to exist. Let me ..", the female reporter continued, "Let me remind you that it all started just a year and half ago when all over world ocean level started increasing like never seen before, not just New York City, but costline of state of Maharashtra, Karnataka, and other such states are rapidly being devored by sea water. Mass level migration is currently taking place.

Next piece of news is that Mt. Everest has increased in height by astonishingly 45 meter starting from last 4 years and is observed to be still increasing. Nepal settlement, previous Nepal country, has also moved to lower areas.

Moving towards local news, it is predicted that today's acid rain will be at midnight around 1:24 am, but still we suggest you to bring your White corporation's umbrella and raincoat. Have a safe day"

Ren changed into his regular brown t-shirt and black pants before picking up his bag, closing his door he moved towards his workplace. He nodded slightly at his old neighbour who was trying to bask in sunlight though most of it was blocked by smog in the air.

Ren worked at local airfilter shop since he dropped his school when his parents were murdered. He worked from morning 9:00am to evening 7:00pm. He would have same expressionless face due to boredom whole day, week, month if not whole year. He had long considered taking off to hell by jumping off a building but he still had a grandfather in this world. Returning home after whole day of work he took a short shower and started playing PUBG mobile till dinner time. While eating some potato curry he watched a Hollywood movie. Soon a loud blaring horn resonated in area signalling daily curfew followed by silence. He continued watching tv till the movie finished.

He still had data left from his 1 gb/day pack so opened up his favourite website hentai heaven and jerked off.

6:30 am, Tuesday, February 2032

'Beep-beep', same day same routine. This time he missed his morning news thus he have to get drenched in the rain. When he got home he applied his ointments to whole body for one hour. He was worried that scars would show up next day. Later at evening he had a phone call from his grandpa complaining about bad smell he was having in his refrigerator so he requested his help on saturday. Life continued for Ren.

10:00 am, Sunday, February 2032

Today was no alarm, he woke up late and still had some mood for more sleep till his stomach would go on strike. Before that could happen his bladder requested immediate attention so he had to answer his call in toilet. While making his way to fridge for some water his leg struck a thick black old book on the ground, 'I kept it on table right?', yesterday during his visit to his grandpa's place old man forced to take that book with him saying, "I've become old and could die any moment, take this family heirloom with you and keep it safe.". He picked up the book and placed it on bed so he could read it before his afternoon nap.

Later after a quick online game he tried to open the book which didn't happened. 'He forgot to give me key? But where's the keyhole..', while observing the cover of book he couldn't help but feel very tired and sleepy. So he decided it was enough for today and tried sleeping.

Ren slept whole afternoon then evening, eventually night came and gone. Morning 7:00am he woke up abruptly with bloodshot eyes like he had watched whole one piece series in one sitting. Even his normal facial paralysis crumbled into shocked expression, though not by much as his face muscles refused to overwork. With dry mouth in a horsed voice he uttered, "fuck me in ass...".

Yesterday when he slept he had very weird dreems which didn't even remember but later he woke up only to receive visions of future. Like he had experienced living his own life in fast forward, massive earthquake, monster tearing open giant holes on the ground and wrecking havok, men eating men, fall of human society, world invasion and much more. He experienced all of that till his vision ended when he died by a black hard claw-like like thing jutting out of his stomach. 'I swear in name of my Oldman that thing was real!! Fuck! But how.. what's going on?' his mind was utter mess.

He called his grandpa, "That book, what in the hell is that?" "You okay son?? What happened, you never swear.. your voice is also..", his grandpa whose name was Usman was bewildered. Ren, who only speak few sentences at max and whose only common expression on his face was that of blank was freaking out. Ren interrupted, "you d-don't know a-about t-that book?", "What about it??, It's just a wooden piece carved from a single tree. It was given to me by my late uncle before his death.", Grandpa Usman replies. "I-i wil call you later", saying that he hung up. On other side of phone an old man with solid build and more than half of white hair scratched his beard. He was 57 years old but still looked in his late forties. "What was that all about?", he wondered.

For Ren it wasn't same old sunday routine. He washed his face in basin and looked at his face while massaging forehead. He had common black hair with slight unnoticeable brown shades his build was thin with no extra muscles one would expect from a teenager. Though his height matched his grandpa which is 1.79 meter, his eyes too was black but not those pitch black. Brown skin and no noticable feature that make him different from other except his height and how thin he looked.

After calming down he eat Chapati (Indian flat bread) with fruit jam while once again observing book cover. This time he didn't felt sleepy. He opened first page.