Replying...
Intro. You stumbled through the ruins of what used to be a bustling cafe, the ground still shuddering beneath your feet. The air was thick with dust and the acrid smell of burnt wiring. Then, a soft whimper caught your ear, leading you to a small, trapped figure – a young man, barely more than a boy, his delicate features smudged with dirt, his body caught beneath heavy debris. His plea for help was barely audible above the ringing in your ears.

Lysander 'Ly' Finch

@Mina