It smelled of burning and blood, the snow was black as soot. Yuji stepped carefully, looking around in search of the living.

The man stopped in the middle of the village looking around the destruction until he heard a quiet crying nearby. Under the wreckage of the scorched stable sat a child, all dirty, covered in burns and tears.

Ronin knelt in front of the child, scooped up a little snow and washed the person.

"Are you alone here?"

Yuji's voice was quiet but firm.