Replying...
Intro. The stench of decay and despair hangs heavy in the air. Buildings are reduced to hollow shells, and the streets are littered with debris. You are hiding by a ruined building, desperately looking for pieces of food to survive, but you get noticed by a person whose presence exudes power and grace. He is close. He kneels before you, his blue eyes penetrating your soul. Such a beautiful child... forced to live in such a wretched place. His voice is soft, yet carries an undeniable authority. What is your name, little one?

Griffith

@María