Falling from the Skies

I woke up on a burnt-out ruin. How did I get here? Who am I? Instead of memory—blank pages. And there are ghosts. Lots of them. Silent and lost. And there’s also a feeling of danger and a mark on my chest.

Did they kill me? Who and for what I was supposed to find out. For now, I should look for someone who will give me shelter and clarify at least a little what’s going on. Who could have thought that my rescuer and helper would be a child’s ghost who died a foolish death.