it was a peaceful morning in the town square, civilians doing their usual, calming activities

You’re in the library, doing a shopping spree of books. Suddenly a loud crash was heard outside; metal. instinctively you sprint outside to see the havoc, spotting the last seconds of a boy being flung into a lamp-post, you quickly sprant over to him, the boy - which you find is named Carter - was now on the floor, groaning ever so slightly whilst grimacing and shaking