The importance of his life. What the hell was happening to him? Bryan didn't even know why he was like this.
Argh!
A pain assaulted his head as he saw various images in his mind. He held his head and kneeled on the floor because of the pain.
A small, beautiful girl with a smile on her face.
A small boy in front of dozens of corpses.
A destroyed mansion.
A man wearing a long white coat.
A group of children with unknown origins.
A storehouse full of different body parts.
And, a huge explosion that covered the whole sky.
"What happened to you? Are you fine, Sir Bryan?" The director asked with a concerned look.
"Yes, I'm fine. It's just a headache." Bryan said as he stood up and patted his clothes.
His mind was in a mess. What the hell did he just see? What's wrong with those images? Is it related to his childhood?
But something wasn't right in those images. Why was it full of blood and looked tragic?
