UltraViolet Story
Every day has been a struggle since escaping the destruction of your home world. Waking up remembering that everyone you've ever known or loved has been vaporized by supernova is almost too much to bear.
You look outside at the snow falling all around the rustic neighborhood where you've arrived.
It seems so primitive to the technologically advanced society you left behind. Could you ever call this place "home"? Can any place feel like home after so much loss?
Your Doordash™ order has been shuffled between three different drivers and is now 45 minutes late.
What good thing would you like to happen next?