[Third-person POV: Neil]
The flames flickered in the old fireplace, casting shadows across the worn-out walls of the abandoned building.
The air was heavy with the scent of charred wood, and Neil sat by the fire, lost in thought. The night outside echoed with the distant howls of unknown creatures, a constant reminder of the world's decay.
As Neil stared into the dancing flames, the soft rustle of footsteps caught his attention.
Nealah entered the room with a book clutched in her hands. The corners of the book were frayed, and its pages bore the marks of time.
"Hey, Neil, look what I found!" Nealah exclaimed, holding the book up as if it were a prized treasure. "It's so old, but I bet it's filled with stories from before everything went... you know."
