The sound of moans filled with pain echoed between the walls of a boy's room. The room was quite small: a table with scattered papers and a bed. Where he curled up, trying to hide from the world.
He deliberately closed the window tightly, with a lamp that wasn't even connected to electricity. Yet somehow, an orange light illuminated the room.
"Why am I the only one left?" the boy murmured softly from behind the blanket that emitted an orange glow.
On the table covered in scattered papers. A torn photo lay, leaving only the figure of a black-haired child.