Role

Chapter 2

Breathless and heart pounding, Atrael burst through the door of his humble
home. His eyes darted around the familiar surroundings, seeking the warmth
and solace of his family's presence. But what he encountered shattered his
world, plunging him into a vortex of anguish and despair.

There, in the dimly lit room, lay his beloved family, lifeless and
bloodied. Atrael stumbled forward, collapsing beside their lifeless forms.
He caressed their cold cheeks, their once vibrant spirits forever
extinguished. His heart, once filled with love and hope, now drowned in a
sea of sorrow. Memories flooded his mindthe laughter, the embraces, the
shared dreamsall abruptly torn away, leaving him adrift in an ocean of
loss.

Time lost meaning, his sobs echoing through the desolate house. The weight
of guilt settled upon him, questioning whether he could have done
something, anything, to protect them. How did the delegate see him? Was
Atrael too conspicious? But the answers eluded him, lost in the abyss of
despair. In the midst of his mourning, anger ignited within Atrael. A fire
sparked in his eyes as he swore to seek justice for the lives stolen from
him. He let out an ear-piercing scream, only to... hear a snorting noise
coming out of his snout. In horror, Atrael stared at his newly emerged
warthog shape.