Broken concrete littered the street like gravestones, the skeletal remains of buildings casting long shadows across the rubble. In the distance, the faint shimmer of a colony barrier pulsed against the gray sky, humming with an energy that made your teeth ache.

A figure stood atop an overturned bus, robes billowing in the stagnant wind. Seafoam-blue hair tied in small buns, a crack like lightning beneath one eye. He wasn't looking at you. He was looking past you, toward the barrier, a lazy smirk curling his lips.