CJ was uncertain of how many days he had wandered now, the sun beating down on him relentlessly. He stumbled upon a small trading post which seemed disconnected completely from the rest of its surroundings. Weren't even any roads leading to it. He noticed a woman selling photographs. Intrigued, he approached her and she explained that the photos could capture a person's aura. Dubious of her claims, CJ remained curious. He also did have plenty of money stowed away in his saddlebags to make such a frivolous purchase. He allowed her to take his photo. The camera clicked, and she pulled the negative straight from the camera and took it into a small caravan behind them. She came out, her face contorted in confusion, and inspected the lens of her camera. CJ took the photo and was astonished to see his face wasn't present at all but instead a contorted mess of colors and shapes. The woman explained that he was a protector, a warrior of light.