In the muted shadows of a forsaken cabin nestled deep in the woods, a boy with fiery red hair whimpered. Daze, ordinarily teeming with life, was curled up on the rough-hewn wooden floor, his frame quivering with each unspoken sob. His small hands clung desperately to a lifeless woman's chest lying on the floor. Daze's tear-brimmed eyes met the elf's who discovered him.

His voice, barely more than a whisper, "H-help... M-mommy not breathing..."