When he opened his eyes, he was totally in an unfamiliar place. Screams and cries from people with blurry faces. The houses were on fire, everything was hot. Under that moonlight, the quiet night wasn't peaceful. There are children running everywhere and some are asking for mercy.
He slid down between trembling legs. He started to feel dizzy and nauseous, like he wanted to puke. He lowered his head and faced the ground, then he started to throw up. Everything was so unfamiliar, the pungent smell of blood and the faces of dead people.
As he wiped the side of his lips, a familiar voice called him out. His head spun around, finding where it came from. He stood up and walked unconscious, not even knowing where he was heading. In his deep thoughts, a tight clasp made him jolted. "My child!" a voice exclaimed. It was hoarse and shallow.
