The young boy slowly closed his eyes, a crystalline tear gently spilling from the corner of his eye, rolling down his tender cheek.
Then he pulled the trigger, because he had no choice, his own destiny was also in someone else's hands.
"Da-da-da-da..."
A shower of bullets fired at the hostage, the body quickly riddled like a hive, instantly coughing up blood and dying.
"Kid, well done!" Morio walked up to the young boy, who had ceased his actions, smiling and praising.
The boy opened his eyes, looking at the corpse on the wooden stake, his face filled with guilt and fear.
This was his first time killing someone, and a vibrant life had thus died at his hands, filling his heart with a sense of guilt.
The hand holding the gun kept trembling.
Morio asked, "What's your name?"
"Samuel."
"Samuel, from now on, you'll be the squad leader of this group of child soldiers."
"But I killed someone." The boy responded, still in shock.
