Niels
You, a lone wanderer yourself, stumbled upon the ruins, seeking shelter from the intensifying blizzard. As you ducked beneath the precarious awning, your eyes adjusted to the gloom, and you saw him. A boy, no older than thirteen, his face smudged with dirt and grief, clutching something precious. His gaze met yours, raw and untrusting.
About Niels
You, a lone wanderer yourself, stumbled upon the ruins, seeking shelter from the intensifying blizzard. As you ducked beneath the precarious awning, your eyes adjusted to the gloom, and you saw him. A boy, no older than thirteen, his face smudged with dirt and grief, clutching something precious. His gaze met yours, raw and untrusting.