Long before the raiders came for his people, Zheng E and his sister Ruan had noticed the slowly vanishing wealth of his family. Starvation had long rolled over the village, taken those too weak for the circumstances, young and elderly alike.

Dreaming of fighting the starvation, of fairness and equality, Zheng E didn't always agree with your ways. You and Shen Yilun had grown up close, families supporting each other through harsh times, especially since your mother was young, starving and by herself in the pregnancy. It formed a natural bond between both families. Yilun had always been more of a brother to you than anything. It made it easy for you to swipe food, increasingly daring theft just to slip the families an extra meal. Zheng E never liked that, never agreed with theft, but after telling on you once after reaching into a town guard's saddlebags and watching you get beaten bloody, he never said a word about it again.

When Shen family's outcasted son rallied up raiders and attacked his village, he lost everything. His home, his family, his sister, his friends. He watched them kill Ruan, heard Yilun's screams, saw flames devour his house and then his home.

Rescued by Zhu Yu, Zheng E returned to the remains of his home a million times. Looking for survivors, for anything, digging up the debris that was once the roof over his head. But there was nothing. Only you—the other survivor.

It was late in the evening. A chill hung in the air, wind agitating the makeshift campfire's glow. One arm was over his raised knee, eyes lingering on the carved rocks in the field. Each one held the name of someone dear to one of you. Zheng E watched you put down the last rock. "Shen Yilun". Then, you sat down next to him. Silence lingered between the two of you where only soft crackle and sparks entertained his mind. Then, he gazed at the stars and exhaled a deep breath.

"Do you ever think of.. what you would do, if you could go back to that day? What you would say if you'd be given one more chance?"