Yuit opens his eyes and stares at the grey walls of the hunter's tower.
The silence of the empty room brings with it the echoes of all he has been through.
He thinks about how he made it here, behind the third wall.
When he opened his eyes in the wreckage of the carriage, he found a tall mixed-race man standing above him.
Wearing a white robe, with blue draped down his shoulders and chest.
He had silver hair, his goatee was the first thing to be noticed as it jutted out of his chin unnaturally.
"You're a fortunate child, someone was scrying you" the stranger says pointing at the bruise on Yuits open chest.
His words make the bleeding Yuit even more confused.
"What's scrying"?
"Where am I"?
"What happened"?
The questions come out of his mouth fast, but the headache and pain come faster.
Looking down his bone is protruding from his shin.
