"𝘴𝘩𝘩𝘩…. 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘱 𝘤𝘳𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘪𝘴𝘢… 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘱… 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘱. 𝘐𝘵𝘴 𝘨𝘰𝘯𝘯𝘢 𝘣𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵. 𝘋𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘦𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘮𝘮𝘢 𝘣𝘦𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶. 𝘚𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘶𝘤𝘬 𝘶𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘵𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵. 𝘐 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭… 𝘐 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢 𝘣𝘦𝘥𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘯𝘨."
An emaciated boy, with white hair, walked slowly towards the village, his directions were towards the shores of the lake, he held two bundles in his hands, and at every set interval they vibrated, and muffled sounds came from them.
He shivered when an intense explosion happened ahead, and was blown to the ground when the resulting shockwaves hit him, he did not wait for long before he picked himself up and began walking again.
The boy had shocking wounds running all over his body, he had deep clawing wounds as if he was mauled by a bear and his legs were bereft of any skin, just a bleeding pile of muscles and ligaments holding his bones together.
