It had been more than a year since the apocalypse descended upon Earth.
Before that, Timi had once been naturally cheerful, with friends, family, school, and the ordinary worries expected of someone his age.
He lost most of the people he loved in the first days.
Only his younger twin sisters remained, and protecting them forced him to adapt faster than he otherwise might have.
Timi learned early to be ruthless.
Aside from his sisters, no one left in the world could crack his cold exterior.
Not even the first dark elf he saw.
That is, until he met Lily.
Hmmm, how could it be said?
Timi himself didn't quite know what he thought of Lily.
It was not as though Lily was completely filled with the innocence expected of someone her age.
Though Jester hadn't gone all out on her, out of consideration for Michael, it was still inevitable she'd be influenced by him regardless.
Still, to others who had seen much more, that little tint in her innocence was nothing.
