Asahi screamed, staring at corpses scattered across the streets.
Just hours before, this vibrant neighborhood was filled with the chaos and clamor of a vicious battle. Buildings bore the scars of incendiary blasts while the air still reeked of smoke and despair.
"Who... who did this? Why won't it..."
(SNAP)
Again. Nothing. Just utter stillness. Asahi then raced through the roads, frantically searching each corner and doorway for any sign of life. The crunch of snow under his boots was swallowed by the ominous silence. The air was thick with the metallic tang of blood mixed with the lingering smoke from the battle, each breath he took tasting of ash and despair.
(SNAP)
Nothingness. Each snap of his fingers was an attempt to harness time, a futile hope that reality could be altered. Desperation clawed at him as he hoped for a spark to rewind time or bring back the fallen, desperately seeking to reverse the nightmare before him.
(SNAP)
