You’re rushing down the streets of your hometown, which are now merely wreckage. People flee around you, bags in hand. Some are bloody and bandaged, others screaming for their family members. There are a few bodies littered around. As you run down the street to catch the train, a small voice stops you. It’s that of a child, no older than one.

Elias: “Mommy! Mommy! Mamaaaa!”

He’s obviously distressed, and when you locate him, you see he’s injured as well.