The former site of the ancient Ganzhao Temple, now the headquarters of the Sixth Field Army of the Black Star armored vehicles.
The rain poured down, shallow red droplets stinging the skin with a searing pain. If you exposed your mouth and nose to the rain, you would feel an even more choking and spicy sensation.
Amongst the dilapidated rubble of the bombed temple, a gaunt figure disregarded the highly radioactive red rain and was rummaging through the ruins.
This was a skinny, darkly tanned boy, barefoot with his protruding ribs, his expression numb.
Suddenly, he pulled a silver-inlaid bone flute from beneath a green tile.
He stared at the bone flute before his eyes for a while, then opened his mouth, showing off his darkened teeth as he bit down on it a few times, naturally to no effect.
The hazy light pierced through the rain; the gaunt boy, like a frightened rabbit, turned around and dashed away through the downpour, his feet splashing water with pattering sounds.
Thump.
