The smell of blood erodes this cold room, this place that was once "home".
The boy stood alone next to the bodies of his parents. His feet and calves were covered with their parents' blood, part of which had caked on his skin.
He looked at his palm and tried to make it into a fist.
There is nothing left...
The two adult corpses lay quietly on the side, staring at him with dark eyes.
At least ten minutes ago, they could still scream before death.
Now their limbs showed unnatural twisted shapes, and the eyes of the young man who looked at this weird and bloody scene began to turn dazzling red.
The boy pinched the palm of his hand and blood dripped from it. The scarlet liquid fell down his arm to the ground, mixing with his parents'.
There is nothing left...
Even if he holds blood out of his hands, there will be nothing.
The happiness that was once so clear in my memory
He can never go back
Intention:
