[Nyra's POV]
I stood alone in the dark room. It was quiet except for the sounds of engines far away and chirping. The only light source of the room were the small windows of the door I came through. The air was muggy and smelled stale. The light fell on a portrait of my father. He had a cold but at the same time somehow loving look. Like he had to become as emotionless as possible to protect what he really loved.
And nevertheless, he lost everything. His wife, my mother, died in a car accident. My brother disappeared and was found three years later with amnesia, not remembering anything about his family. His best friend died in a useless war just for the country to prove its point.
But now he is reunited with them. I hope he is happy wherever he is. 'Now I am the only one left…' I ran my fingers over the small golden plate. "Charles Nakamura, he made the world his enemy to protect his loved ones, but still lost them." was written in small letters.
"I miss you, dad". A small tear rolled down my check and my vision got a bit blurry. A meow came from right next to me, and as I looked down, I saw our cat Moon. My sister bought him from a shelter without the consent of my father. He wanted to throw him out, but just a few days later, he and Moon were the best friends in the world. Moon was even allowed to enter his office at any time.
"You are here to visit him too?" He lied down on the floor on looked at the flowers on my father's memorial. I knelt down and petted him. After my father's death, Moon didn't stay at our home that often, he always wanders off into the woods. 'I hope he won't get himself killed one day. Nobody knows which animals are roaming around on this island…'
After a few minutes of petting, he decided it was enough and wandered off again. I watched as he disappeared through the small cat door. I turned back to my father's final resting place. "I'll come back soon, dad" I pulled a candle out of my pocket and placed it next to his picture. I used a match to light it. I stood there getting lost as I stared in the flame.
Memories flashed through my mind. My sister and I were watching him through the window of our home. He was outside with a few people wearing suits. There were tons of black things on the ground. We didn't know at that time, but those were guns. Just a few minutes later he came back in, with presents for my sister, my brother and me. He had a happy smile on his face. We had a happy Christmas after that, and I never thought about it again.
I pulled the pistol on my belt out from its holder and looked at it. It had my name machined into the handle. "In hope you never need it" stood beneath it. My father wrote it himself. I took a deep breath and put it back. 'I hope so too…' I turned around and walked outside.