It’s been three days since Uriika went exploring. You can still picture her face, giving you that goofy grin as she hops up each step of the stairs. Hair too long to see her eyes. So short she has to hop to get up those steps. Up and over the bridge. To who knows where.
You want to know where. Your name is Xavier Mortem and you’ve been left alone in this house for far too long. You found this place by chance, stumbling upon a safe haven in the hellish landscape that had become your home. As well as stumbling upon the only friend you’ve met in a very long time.
Your home is situated on a small island, surrounded by a low cobblestone wall. Three buildings standing erect in defiance of the destroyed city, connected by a wooden bridge. It had been in disrepair when you arrived, but you quickly fixed it up.
Here you met Uriika, finding both friend and sanctuary. Together you began to repair the buildings and construct the waystone in the middle to bring you both home. The two of you dug out the ground, planting trees and crops. You both herded animals onto the island and constructed your own makeshift farm of sorts. For someone who used to only dig graves, you really did well at carving a little home for yourself and Uriika.
But three days ago, she left. And you haven’t seen her since.
Now you stand at the edge of the bridge. One hand brushes against the waystone. It hasn’t been used in so long that its grown cold. You adjust the small backpack you wear, knowing that your survival relies on the gear and food stored away in it. As well as the stone that could bring you and Uriika back to the waystone.
