(Arata)
Ranold's words transported me back to years ago when I was around 12-13 years old. We were on vacation, visiting Aunt Erdith's home in Marica City. That was the first time I came here.
I remember stepping out of the house to explore at noon. Mom and Baba were strict and didn't let us go out without the supervision of an elder, so I waited for them to take a nap and sneaked out.
I wandered around for a long time and ended up going to a nearby park. While walking on the side of the road, a fast car approached and would have hit me if a stranger hadn't pushed me out of the way.
My temple hit the side of the road and I passed out. The memories of what happened were extremely vague. All I remember was the loud screeches of the car and a male's voice cautioning me.
Then I woke up in a hospital with a bandage around my head. A scar later formed where I had hit my head.
