Who Am I?

Step Clack Step

A figure emerged through the haze of dust and smoke, his footsteps weak and unsteady. He leaned heavily on what appeared to be a staff or a spear.

"Hoo... hoo..." His labored, uneven breaths echoed faintly amidst the ruin, punctuated by the faltering sound of his shuffling steps. His hunched back and trembling posture painted a vivid picture of an old man well beyond his prime. Yet, despite the weight of his years, he pressed forward, as though his very existence depended on reaching his destination.

Step Step

...Silence

The elderly man came to a halt, finally stopping his arduous trek. His eyes, though weary and dim, fixed themselves on a figure seated amidst the wreckage of a collapsed building ahead.

Summoning every ounce of strength, the old man parted his parched lips and muttered in a voice barely audible, "...Give it... back to me."

"..."