Hi, fellow Observers!
I'm Runalia Carolen, but everyone just calls me Runa.
I live in Rondon Village on the Outskirts with my twin brother Luis and our parents.
Our family runs a small restaurant, which doubles as our home.
Life here is usually calm… predictable… comfortable.
Other people would love to live in the Capital. But to me, living in The Outskirt, with my family and friends... I couldn't ask for more!
That Sunday, however, everything changed.
Luis and I were carrying crates from the storeroom.
You see, I was complaining to him about my teacher giving me a mountain of homework.
Suddenly, the sky above the forest split with a sharp, silvery crack.
It even produced a sound that I've never even heard in my life. It sounded like... a scream, but... silent?
Yeah, anyway, I stopped mid-step, and my heart was skipping beats like crazy.
"Uh… did you see that?" I whispered.
Luis, as usual, barely reacted, hands in his pockets. "Yeah. Looks… strange. Let's check it out."
Before we could move closer, something tumbled through the fissure.
A boy, fell from the crack, landing a few meters away with a heavy thud.
Dirt and leaves stuck to him, but he was pretty much unharmed
I gasped, "He… he's… naked!" and looked away.
Luis gave a lazy smirk. "Yeah… we'll fix that."
He quickly pulled off his shirt and handed it to the boy.
The boy hesitated, but his black eyes scanned Luis as if calculating whether it was safe, then carefully took it and draped it over himself.
After all that commotion is over, I walked towards him.
"Are you okay?!"
The boy's eyes flicked to me.
His eyes wasn't a very dark shade of brown, you know?
It's black. Like, Vantablack I guess? No lights were reflected from those eyes. It's as if that eye is absorbing light itself.
He tilted his head slightly, taking in his surrounding — the forest, the trees, and us twins.
"I… don't know," he said, his voice flat, precise. "Where… am I? Who… are you?"
Luis crouched casually beside him, scanning the area. "You're in Rondon Village. I'm Luis Carolen. That's my sister, Runa… and, uh… you fell from the sky."
I pointed at the crack still faintly visible above the forest. "Wait… the sky… it cracked! Did you… come from there?"
The boy's eyes followed my gesture.
"I… don't know. I don't remember anything… nothing before this."
His tone was calm. Way too calm for someone that just fell from the sky.
Luis nodded, as if confirming something obvious.
"Alright. No memory, weird sky crack… fine. Come with us. We'll get food and a proper shirt. Don't worry, we'll figure it out."
The boy accepted silently, following us with careful, precise steps.
Even without memory, he moved like someone who had already mastered balance, reflexes, and observation. It's as if I'm watching a model walking on stage.
I whispered to Luis as we walked, trying to contain my excitement. "Do you think… the crack in the sky… is magic?"
Luis shrugged lazily. "Maybe. Or maybe it's just… one of those technology a Nation is using. For now, he's alive. That's all that matters."
The boy glanced at the crack himself, eyes narrowing slightly, as if trying to understand what it was.
Then he turned back to us and simply followed. No fear. No confusion. Just silent observation.
By the time dinner was ready, and the smell of fresh bread and roasted vegetables filled the room.
Honestly, it was awkward when we came back, with all the villagers looking at us and wondering what are we doing and why is Luis shirtless while the boy is wearing nothing but Luis's shirt.
The table was set neatly, and we all sat down, though there was one new chair reserved for… well, the boy from the sky.
Our parents glanced at him, eyebrows raised. "Who… is this?"
I glanced at Luis. He shrugged. "Uh… he doesn't remember anything. Not his name, not where he's from. He just… showed up," Luis explained calmly.
I nodded eagerly. "Yep! Completely clueless. But he seems nice! And calm! And… well, he's probably trustable!"
The boy sat quietly, hands on his lap, watching us. I noticed how polite he was, just letting us talk without interrupting.
Our mother looked concerned. "You mean… he has no memories at all?"
"Exactly," I said. "Literally nothing. So… we need to give him a name. Otherwise it's… awkward."
Luis grinned. "Yeah. Can't exactly call him 'Hey, you!' forever."
We started throwing out names like a game, some weird, some silly.
"Zander?" I suggested.
"Nope. Sounds like a villain," Luis said.
"Pip?"
"Too small," he muttered.
"Laem Cha Bang?"
"What the fu-"
We kept going, debating, laughing, and getting more ridiculous with each suggestion
Finally, Luis snapped his fingers. "Allen. How about Allen?"
I blinked. "Allen… hmm… I like it. Sounds normal. Works."
Our parents exchanged glances and nodded.
"Very well. Allen, his name is." our father said.
Allen simply nodded, calm as ever. "Allen.
Understood. Thank you."
Father then looked at him seriously. "Tomorrow, help the restaurant, you must. You can stay here, live here, eat here, but work you must do, in exchange for your residence."
Allen inclined his head slightly. "Understood. I will try to help."
I bounced in my seat. "Yay! Allen! You're officially part of the Carolen household… well, sort of!"
Luis smirked. "Yeah, little brother. Welcome to the chaos. You'll… might not like Runa's constant complaining."
Allen just gave a faint smile, calm and stoic, as if this arrangement was perfectly reasonable — which, to him, probably was.
And that was the start of Allen's life with us.
A name, a home, and work in a restaurant.
Little did we know, this calm, clueless boy from the sky would soon stir up more than just the soup pots.
"I was going to eat that!" I shouted, reaching for it.
Luis smirked lazily. "Too late. You snooze, you lose, Runa."
I huffed. "Shut up!"
And just like that, the bickering began.
Bread was waved, arms flailed, and a small pillow got involved. I screeched. "Luis! Give it back!"
"Make me!" he retorted, grinning like it was the most fun he'd had all day.
Dad barely glanced over his shoulder. "Uh-huh. Yep. Play nice you must, kids."
Mom sipped her tea again. "Average everyday behavior." she muttered, utterly unbothered.
From my seat on the couch, Allen sat quietly, hands folded in his lap.
He wasn't even flinching. Not a single grimace. Not a hint of panic.
Just calm, watching us like we were performing some sort of odd ritual.
I glanced at him. "Allen… you're… not going to help?"
He blinked slowly. "No. You got it, I think."
I blinked. "Okay… you're officially the weirdest person I've ever met," I whispered to Luis.
Luis chuckled. "And he just sits there, calm as a rock."
Allen gave a slight head shake.
"Nah, rock doesn't talk, you know?" he said with a the most dense face I've ever seen!