As the sun sets behind the mountains, casting a warm orange glow across the sky, a small village nestled in the valley below comes to life. The villagers gather around flickering fires and share stories of their ancestors, tales passed down from generation to generation. But tonight's story is different; it's one that has never been heard before.
It was a dark and stormy night. The rain poured down in sheets, drenching the city streets and turning them into murky rivers. In one of the many rundown apartments that dotted the cityscape, a young woman huddled beneath blankets, clutching a mug of hot cocoa for warmth. She had just lost her job at the local diner and wasn't sure how she was going to make rent next month. As she gazed out the window at the driving rain, something caught her eye: a flicker of light in an alleyway across the street.
