The scorching sun beat down on the forgotten city, casting a bleak shadow over the crumbling streets. I, Sun, was just another faceless beggar, lost in the sea of desperation. My days blended together in an endless cycle of hunger and despair, as I begged for scraps from passersby.
I remembered the days when my life was different, when my parents were still alive and we had a small but cozy home. But that was before the war, before the city was reduced to ruins and its people were left to struggle for survival.
Now, I was just another forgotten soul, living on the streets and fighting for every crumb. But on that fateful day, something changed. A mysterious stranger approached me, his eyes gleaming with an otherworldly intensity.
He was tall and gaunt, with skin as pale as the moon. His hair was black as coal, and it fell to his shoulders like a dark waterfall. He wore a long, black coat that seemed to billow behind him like a dark cloud.
As he approached me, I felt a shiver run down my spine. There was something unsettling about him, something that made me want to run away. But I was frozen in place, unable to move or speak.
The stranger stopped in front of me, his eyes burning with an inner fire. He reached into his coat and pulled out a small, intricately carved stone. It was black as coal, and it seemed to absorb the light around it.
"This is a Souvenir of Wrath," he whispered, his voice low and hypnotic. "It holds the power to unleash your wrath upon the world. Use it wisely, young one."
As he spoke, he pressed the stone into my palm. I felt a jolt of electricity run through my veins, and suddenly I was flooded with visions of destruction and chaos.
I saw buildings burning, people screaming, and the city descending into chaos. I saw myself standing at the center of it all, the Souvenir of Wrath glowing with an otherworldly light in my hand.
The visions faded, and I was left standing there, staring at the stranger in confusion. But he was already gone, vanished into the crowd like a ghost.
I was left alone, holding the Souvenir of Wrath and wondering what I had just gotten myself into.