Wind whistled through the broken window. The last rays of light flickered as the sun disappeared behind the horizon. The room was messy, to say the least. Cracked walls, fallen debris, holes in the floor. The furniture was nothing but charred remains. It was a room just like any other, though the dust covering everything and the cobweb decorating the corners showed how many years had passed since anyone stepped inside.
In the corner of such a room, behind the remains of a broken desk, a little girl no older than ten sat hugging her knees. She wanted nothing more than to cry but her tears had long since dried. Now all she could do was sit and wait, and the longer she did, the more painful it got.
[There you are!]
Though she heard the voice, the little girl didn't move.
[Everyone has been worried about you, you know. You're too good at this game.]
