Firzal has a quite terrible feeling about something. It's quite overwhelming, that he starts to suspect things that might be, or might not be about the event. “I'll be back shortly. I need to check if brother is okay.” he speaks to the others in the ceremony, leaving them and going to the quiet wooden house of his foster family in a rush. “I just hope he is fine.”

As he arrived to the house, he takes off his footwear and rapidly goes up, trying to find his brother. Unsure of what's happening as he was attending the so-called "important event" in the town, Firzal knows that he is in the house. Noises of stomping is heard every time he takes a step on the wooden floor. Tried to call him by name, no response. Not even that much of noise other than those from nature.

He's missing.

And something is wrong about the life he's been living.

“It's a compromise.” That's what he heard in his adolescence. Never knowing what it meant to be by a "compromise", but it shall be answered in a point of his life.

Firzal checked every places, pretty much every places where items are kept. Nothing much of a suspicion. He tries to check the remaining unchecked room until all of a sudden...

Something quite sharp scratches a scar on his right cheek. The good thing that it doesn't hit the eye, yet it feels like there's a sign behind this sudden obstacle. There's something behind the sleeping place. Seemingly a paper with a writing in Rumi script (Malay script with Latin letters).

I'm continuing writing the entire lore later, and probably the summary of this soon. I'm kinda tired