THE FOOTPRINTS. Journey of no return.

CHAPTER 58: DOOMSDAY

The next morning, the he was awakened to magnificent city which sprawled out before him, a concrete jungle teeming with life and chaos. Skyscrapers reached for the heavens, their gleaming glass surfaces reflecting the harsh light of the sun. But amidst the grandeur of the city, in a forgotten corner, lay an 18-year-old boy named Romsey, discarded by the family that had once been his anchor.

Romsey, destined by nature's forces to be a curse to the family and people awoke to find himself lying on a tattered mattress, the coarse fabric scratching against his very skin. The room was small and dimly lit, with faded wallpaper peeling at the edges. A solitary window allowed feeble rays of sunlight to filter through, revealing a layer of dust that hung in the air.

His eyes fell upon a cracked and faded mirror that hung on the wall opposite the bed. Its glass, marred by years of neglect, revealed fragments of her reflection. It was a mirror that had witnessed countless moments of despair, refl