He was but a boy when he saw his parents cleaved and hacked like animals. His mother begged the bad men to spare her child but they didn't listen. The boy forcibly blocked out these memories, they were too painful. He remembered running, he ran till his small heart couldn't take anymore and then he ran some more.

He was scared

He was alone

The nights were cold and dark, he was awake most of the time, desperate to flush out the horrors of days past. He was at this point in time, the saddest man alive.