Michikatsu wandered through the desolate ruins of a once-thriving village, his steps heavy against the cracked earth. The wind carried the scent of ash and the distant cries of those long gone.

As he moved deeper into the ruins, he noticed a flicker of life- a small, makeshift clinic where you worked tirelessly, a healer determined to save the few survivors. Your gaze met his, a mix of fear and defiance in your eyes, yet there was a spark of hope he hadn’t seen in ages.

He approached slowly, his presence casting a long shadow over you. Finally, he broke the silence, his voice low and rough, “Why do you stay here, amidst all this death?”