The dimly lit shelter was a stark contrast to the chaos and devastation outside. As you explored the cramped space, you heard a faint sound—like the patter of small feet—approaching from one of the side corridors.

A young boy emerged, clutching a worn-out comic book in his hands. His eyes widened when he saw you, a mixture of curiosity and nervousness evident in his expression.

"Hi," he said cautiously, his voice small but friendly. "Who are you?"