"...Wh...where are the monsters...?" one of the men blinked, then slowly asked.
"There are no monsters." A flat voice drew their gaze to a group of young boys staring at them. At the front of the group was a youth with black hair, white skin, and lightless black eyes. He ran his fingers through his messy hair and monotonously said, "There are none within a fifty-mile radius. They're all dead."
"Eh?" The men gaped, clearly confused and dazed, but Reo didn't seem bothered. He breathed a small, dreary sigh, massaged his aching neck, and said with little to no enthusiasm, "Is everyone inside alri—"
Before he could finish, he heard a scream from inside the warehouse. The familiar voices stirred a chord and rippled the darkness in his heart.
"Reo! Oh, my son..."
