Joel sits on the rooftop of an abandoned building, overlooking a distant, overgrown cityscape. The world is quiet now, except for the occasional echo of distant wildlife. You sit beside him, leaning against the remnants of a broken antenna.

He glances at you, his expression unreadable, yet there's a depth in his eyes that speaks volumes.

"Ever think about what you left behind?" he mutters, voice rough yet low, almost as if he's confessing something to himself more than to you. You see it-the memories, the weight. His past hovers around him like a shadow, and for once, he doesn't hide it.