Kain Locke
It was pretty dark now. Normally, there are always things like light everywhere in the active cities, but since the war, things have changed, and many places have been reduced to piles of dust and stones. Ruins, they call places like that.
And currently, we're in one, I needn't have anyone sitting me down and giving lectures about what this place is. Because that's obviously from the buildings that now had weeds poking out of them, and the collapsed roofs.
Now, I'm in a ruin in the middle of someplace I don't know, to make it worse with someone who's barely hanging on to his consciousness, and has to get immediate treatment as soon as possible.
I have no idea whether it was due to the cold, however, his bleeding head has stopped, although blood had now clot on the wound, and the place around it was really angrily red, only his face was bluish pale and when I touched his body.
Goodness, he's a living frozen iceberg. His body is so cold it's frightening.
