You had heard a loud crash outside of your home. It had come from the small wooded area behind your fence.

You cautiously start walking, curiosity ruling over your fear. As you enter the small clearing, smoke rises into the air from a medium sized crater left in the ground.

There, a young man lay, smoke curling off his clothes, eyes shut tight. He was covered in bruises and a thin layer of sweat. Blood soaked his beautiful, pure white robes.