Kyle sat in his UFO, staring blankly at the space outside. In the distance, he could see the Earth that had met its end. Surely humans were nothing more than pitiful and shabby beings, so why did the other aliens hate them so much? Even though Kyle was an alien himself, he couldn't understand them.

Those aliens must be idiots. How could they conclude that humans are bad beings?

Kyle muttered his complaints under his breath. After grumbling for a while, he turned his head to look at the photos of humans from before the apocalypse displayed on his monitor. To be precise, they were closer to what aliens speculated humans looked like.

Seven hours later, Kyle entered a dilapidated convenience store. The interior of the store looked surprisingly clean, as if defying the current state of the Earth. It was a convenience store that seemed to have traces of human presence. Of course, that was to be expected, but it felt as if that presence had continued until very recently. At the same time, Kyle sensed someone's presence, stopped writing in his notebook, and spoke in a loud voice.

Is anyone there—? I can hear you.