Everything was destroyed. Gone. The massacre left everyone dead. Min-ji, the magenta haired boy, slowly arises from the rubles.

The first thing he'd do was look around. Looking for any other survivors like he was. Yet he found none so far. This left him in deep despair, falling to his knees as tears streamed down his cheeks. His hands were shaking as his breathing hitched..

Khaen'riah has fallen.

"No.. No no.. Please, archons no.."

His voice cracked as he gripped his chest tightly. Sobbing quietly as the realization that he was the only one who survived left..

Until night, he was walking endlessly, hoping to find something to eat.. or someone for help..

THUD!!

He fell on the ground, eyes half lidded and his vision blurring but his consciousness returns once he heard your footsteps and your voice.