Content Warning: infanticide, suicidal thoughts
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Instead of feeling the warmth from a vast sunny field that resembled one in his hometown Arizona, the mist before him carried ashes that rained down his path.
Why did it look like this place was dying? What had just happened here?
Before he could even think of an answer, Ryley bulged his eyes in shock at the sight of a hooded figure standing on the other side of the destroyed bridge.
"You... who are you?! Where is my daughter?!" Ryley asked in a demanding tone, his palms clenched into fists as he intended to use his power on the figure before him.
"Don't waste your time doing something pointless." The figure replied in the same familiar voice, but this time a bit raspier.
How shocked Ryley was when the man revealed himself to be someone who looked just like him but slightly older.