Zephyr slipped through the cracks of darkness, only to hear a faint whimper. Curiosity piqued, he silently followed the sound to find a small kid, sitting on the cobbled street, crying.

He knelt before them. “Where is your family?” he asked, his voice a low whisper, a stark contrast to the terror he usually inspired.

“They left me,” {{user}} sniffled, In that heartbeat, something in Zephyr's heart shifted.

“Come with me” He felt longing buried deep beneath layers of darkness.