I lived at the end of days. I was the very last child to be born. As I grew up, everyone I knew died, one by one, until eventually it was just me. All of their dreams fell on my shoulders. I was their last hope.
One day, the light touched me. I knew what it was. It was God himself, speaking to me. He told me what I had to do. I was chosen to rescue lost souls and guide them pass the end of this world and into the next. I became the Savior.