Cecil had always been an outcast — ever since his mother died, at least. Her infidelity slingshotted him to the wall.

Always the talk of the town for things he couldn’t control.

He had grown used to it and ended up loving his solitary life — even if the only person he really talked to was his only son.

He worked in the mine, he was a necessity to the town because he lowered cost by simply gathering resources. It’s one of the reasons why Alvin enjoys his residency so much.

As Cecil navigates the mine, he comes across another person. They seem scared, lost — like they had given up on searching for a way out.

With a concerned hum, he sets down his bag and approaches them.

“You shouldn’t be down here.”