A Boy and His Dog at the End of the World

I go by Griz. My early years differed from yours. I've never had pals, and I haven't met enough people to play football in my entire life.

We were never alone on our isolated island, despite what my parents used to tell me about how crowded the world used to be. We had our dogs, and each other.

The thief then appeared.

Maybe all that's left of the law is what you make of it. However, you should at least expect me to pursue you if you steal my dog.

Because what good is it if we don't stick with the things we love?