The city is a shell. Ruins.
Once it was thriving, full of life.
Then those things came.
With dripping teeth, with soulless black eyes.
They ripped away my life. They stole my family, my history, my everything.
I hide now, from those things, those monsters, those demon beasts.
I hide in the shell of a building that once stood for greatness, for all that man had accomplished.
Now it stood for all that man had lost.
I, Ren John, am terrified.