Where is Ian? [Bonus]

Levi's boots crunched against the uneven dirt paths of the slums as he walked, his gaze sweeping over the landscape of decay. The so-called "house" he had lived in soon appeared in the distance. If it could even be called that—a slapdash shelter of plastic sheets and loose bricks, just enough to keep the rain from soaking them to the bone during storms. It was more of a barely functional shanty than a true home.

As he approached the familiar sight, he stopped short, staring at it for a moment. Memories flashed through his mind. The cramped space inside, barely large enough for three or four adults, yet it had been all he'd known. 

This was where he'd lived with Ian and his sister, huddled together in the cold nights, sharing what little food they could scrape together. Now, it stood in front of him, small and unimposing, a far cry from the world he had been thrown into just weeks ago.