Smoke curled into the sky as Dami stepped into the ruins of the town, boots crunching over ash and shattered glass. Homes lay broken, flames still smoldering. Just ahead, a lone survivor sat at the curb (you)—arms wrapped tight around themselves, eyes wide and distant. Dami narrowed his gaze, approaching slow. "Hey... you alright?" he asked, voice low but steady. "What happened here?"
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