I was born a commoner and an orphan, luckily for me, an old man took me in and took care of me.
But then, luck moved out from my side for the second time, my foster parent, the old man died.
What pains me was that he was killed right before my eyes by a gang.
I was able to hide before they came, as it seemed as if the old man knew that they were coming beforehand and hid me inside the house.
The gang did not know that the old man was taking care of someone, they did not know that someone saw their filthy actions.
So they killed the man and got rid of all the evidence they left, before taking their leave.
I was as angry as hell that day, but I know that there is nothing I can do, I could only silently grit my teeth and hold myself together.
The chilling sight of an old man being killed was not something someone of my age can easily handle, as I was only ten years at that time. But somehow, I was able to handle it.
