On the outskirts of a city was a decrepit building, though modern in design it had fallen into disrepair. The white walls now covered with dust and vines. The glass that once took up large portions of the building had cracked and fallen. There was no grass around the building the dirt was hard and scorched. The building appeared as though an explosion had happened the only problem was the glass had fallen inward instead of out.

A cloaked figure approached the building, the midnight blue hood and cape obscured most of their features; all that could be seen was the tanned arms adorned with black fingerless gloves and the black top and jeans, which themselves had been tucked into brown hiking boots. Stepping inside their boot landed with a crunch, the glass underfoot held sturdy for a second before snapping into even smaller pieces. Every step was careful and informed.

The main room in which the figure had entered was huge, it had definitely been the main part of this building when it was used. The burnt and broken wood told a story of life and death, the smashed bottles and the liquid stains of the floorboards were clearly from the same thing had destroyed the glass window.

The figure moved through into the corridor and then up a flight of stairs. They were greeted by a battered and snapped door. Upon giving it a slight push to open the door it fell off of the rusted hinges and with a thud it landed beneath them. Striding around the door and into the office the figure moved to a desk, somehow still mostly intact, the drawers had been removed and strewn about the floor, there were large scratches etched into the top. Inspecting the desk, with a minor orange glow emitting from within their hood, the figure saw a small button on the underside. Upon it’s pressing a floorboard sprung open causing dust and rubble to fly all around the room.

Removing the floorboard there was a small black box, seemingly untouched by time, it reflected the room perfectly and it was perfectly shaped as a cube. The figure gripped the cube and held it up to their face only for it to spring to life; a blue beam shone from the top of the box and a voice began to speak. “Hey there, if you’ve found this box that probably means this building has collapsed and I’ve died.”

The blue light expanded to show an image that had been recorded on the desk behind the figure, when the wall had been filled with books and the man speaking was visible. His dark brown hair cut short on both sides and at the back with a long fringe swept above his eyes. Navy blue eyes that stared back at the one holding the box. His face defined with stubble around his jawline and upper lip.

“So, if you’re listening then the story my life, my guild and my friends are all stored in this box and a series of other boxes. If this technology is old by the time you find it, I want you to know they’re what we called Memory Cubes, they can show an image of people’s memories. Once you’ve watched my story write down and sell it as a book, turn it into a show or a movie but make sure to credit me as being based on my life okay? Or donate me to a museum if my guild is famous. Hell just use this as a paperweight and forget my ramblings, I’ve gotten a bit more long winded and boring as I’ve aged. So anyways here’s my story, the story of Jude Zairos. This is really the story of my guild and my chosen family but I’m telling it so that kinda makes me the main character.”

With that the cube’s light expanded and the story began.