4 days later after the incident, Ren wandered the wilderness, consumed by his sorrow. He had no plan, no goal—just a gnawing emptiness inside him. Then one day, he stumbled into a trap. Hidden beneath the leaves, the ground gave way, and he fell into a deep pit, hitting his head on the way down.
When he woke, the first thing he saw was a pair of soft, glowing eyes.
A girl stood over him, her skin as pale as moonlight and her hair flowing like water. She was unlike anyone Ren had ever seen—delicate, ethereal, and hauntingly beautiful. Her presence felt almost otherworldly.
"Are you alright?" she asked, her voice soft and melodic.
Ren blinked, disoriented and weak. "Who... who are you?" he murmured.
"My name is Aira," she said. "I'm from the Ghost Tribe. I found you after you fell. You were badly hurt."
She had bandaged his wounds and stayed with him until he woke. Her kindness caught Ren off guard, as he hadn't felt such warmth since his family had been taken from him. There was a strange serenity in Aira's presence, a calming effect on his tortured soul.