Pov Folarin
"What is this place?" Asked a young and confused Diego, he had fallen from the roof down into a poor kid who had a case of cancer so bad he had grown a large lump of meat on his back at least a dozen times larger than his own body.
As he fell down on the large sack of cancerous growth, it couldn't resist the pressure and exploded. Diego ultimately got covered in that kid's blood while the kid was somehow reborn anew. From the large growth on his back, he emerged with a new body.
"What's that?" That was Diego's birthplace; it was the first time we saw anything like this.
I was peeking from a corner of the room; curiosity got the better of me, so I decided to look what had happened. At the time, Forren was a small child, no more than five years old, used to seeing blood and death. He rushed towards the scene with towels and bandages in his hand.
