The wind whistled through the broken eaves, kicking up dust and ashes. Atop the ruins, a lonely figure looked particularly desolate. It was a young child, dressed in ragged clothes, with traces of mud and tears on his face. His name is Kazama Xiang, an orphan who lost everything in the war.
"Mom! Dad!" Feng Jianxiang's voice echoed in the empty village, but only the wind responded to his call. His eyes were full of confusion and fear. He didn't understand why the world changed when he woke up.
