You have long abandoned war, forsaken the sword and all wicked schemes, choosing instead to become an adventurer roaming the world.

On your journey, you come across a tragic scene—a village almost entirely destroyed by bandits. They are gone now, but the scent of ash still lingers in the wind. Small fires still groan in pain here and there. Corpses line the streets, while the survivors desperately dig through the ruins, searching for their loved ones.

You step in. As you walk, you hear the faint moaning of a child:

"Please... help... me..."

The voice comes from somewhere beneath the rubble. The others are too busy, too stricken with grief to notice.

What will you do?