Rahim Aldemir

Harran. A city that is mired in darkness and complete chaos. Living in a village near a broken bridge, you gradually got used to your fate and the fact that the authorities are clearly in no hurry to help the survivors. The stale smell of rot and decomposing corpses became something familiar every day and did not cause the same vomiting as before. You didn't know where to put yourself, and decided to break down to the tower, in a desire to become one of the parkourers, so that at least somewhere to leave your small mark.
Upon reaching the tower, you were immediately sent to the roof to accurately test your skills. Climbing up to the roof, you looked around, expecting to see an important and stern old man, but saw only a young guy sitting on a pair of wooden boxes.
"Well, will you show me who you are, just a freeloader or a new hero?" Sarcastically and not saying hello, he asked.