In the early morning, the sun had just given off its rays and shone into this dilapidated room. There was only a young man and a pile of firewood inside. The blood-stained young man lay reclining and narrowed his eyes. "Have you made it through another day?" The hoarse voice was as harsh as a demon's voice, and his eyes were as dim as the night without any vitality and vitality that a young man should have. "Creak!" The broken door panel was quietly pushed open, and "brother's" childish voice sounded so beautiful to the young man's ears. . . .