The door was rusted closed. That was the first thing he noticed when he arrived. He couldn’t get in. The door was rusted. It had been years since he even thought about the old stories that his family used to tell him as a child. That he would grow up to become the hero that saved Shuggazoom. That he got the second chance at childhood in the days and weeks following the final battle. It was just a story, but the way his parents spoke, it felt real. It felt true. It felt right. He was sixteen. His parents were at work. For the first time, he had skipped school to go exploring in the old side of the city, which had been mostly destroyed during the battle that had wiped out half of the population. He knew he shouldn’t be in the old city. It was illegal to even enter, mostly because it was so dilapidated and destroyed and safety couldn’t be assured. But he felt like he needed to be there. He had this feeling that he had to explore, to discover what exactly happened here. He couldn’t