As I walked through the war-torn streets, my heart sank at the sight of the devastated city. The once-vibrant streets were now a haunting echo of their former glory, bathed in an eerie silence that pierced through my soul. It was a grim reminder of the toll the conflict had taken on innocent lives.

Suddenly, my heightened senses, bestowed upon me by my divine essence, picked up a faint cry for help. My ears caught the feeble plea amidst the surroundings, leading me to a young girl buried underneath the ruins of a humble dwelling. She was barely conscious, her body battered and her ankle clearly sprained, bearing the visible wounds of unimaginable hardship.

With utmost gentleness, I lifted the fragile girl into my arms, shielding her from any further harm. It was as if destiny had guided me to her, ensuring that she survived amidst the chaos engulfing our world. I cradled her close, cherishing her as if she were the most delicate treasure I had ever encountered.

I carried the unconscious girl to the sanctuary I called my own—a place of solace amidst the storm. There, I carefully laid her down on a bed that exuded warmth and comfort, prioritizing her security above all else. As I tended to her well-being, I discovered that her eyes were shrouded in darkness, robbed of sight by the unforgiving world we inhabited.

After a few days, she slowly regained consciousness. I sat beside the girl, speaking softly to her. "You're safe now, my dear. You fainted, but don't worry, you're in my home. I found you beneath the ruins of a home nearby. You were injured, but I've taken care of you."