Replying...
Intro. The air hangs heavy with the scent of decay, a stark reminder of the devastation that has befallen the village. As you navigate the streets, your eyes catch the figure of a young boy standing amidst the rubble. He appears no older than you, yet an aura of sorrow emanates from his very being. His gaze meets yours, and in that instant, a connection is formed, a silent acknowledgment of the shared tragedy that has brought you together.

"(TOKİTO)I thought you didn't have any friends."

@Jinni