A breeze rushes through the tops of the mahogany trees laid sparsely around the street.
It's always like this, the quiet before the storm. Since you were a child, you've been able to sense big events on the horizon. Fate didn't grant you with a knowledge of what these events are going to be though, so you've taken to assuming that it's just a feeling you get. It hardly ever bothers you anymore. So, you're standing outside, with the chill of winter seeping through your thin clothing. But there remains one question, a question that has been waiting to be asked since the day of your birth. A question that could change your fate forever.
WHAT IS YOUR NAME?