The gentle warmth of the winter sunlight swept past the land that resembled a long abandoned residence. The place where even a single building was not intact, with some looking as if they'd collapse at any moment, had a strange livelihood to it.
Inside the half-collapsed buildings, under the bridge that had lost its surface, behind the broken stones, and near the cracked walls, numerous pairs of eyes were peeking out, staring at the group of people who were walking through the shattered road, heading to the tallest, and probably the most stable building in the area.
Among the group of people was a young man whose face was never seen in that area. The young boy was gaping at the scenes around him while being forced to follow the leader of the group to the building ahead of them. The boy's soft-looking, light-brown hair fluttered in the air with each step he took as his hazel eyes reflected the destroyed city.
'What in the world happened here?'
