"I can't live like this anymore, wuwuwu..."
From a residential building beside the street came the sound of glass shattering. A small figure emerged from the stairwell, seemingly helpless, and crouched in the shadow of a large tree.
The little boy patiently waited, hoping his parents would notice his absence and stop their quarreling.
He stared blankly at the patchy ground illuminated by the dim light of a nearby streetlamp. Several somewhat broken tiles seemed to be pulsating as though there was a monster beneath the surface.
He suddenly felt nervous, wanted to urinate, and thought about running home, but his trembling body wouldn't move.
Suddenly!
A hand burst through the gaps between the tiles, clawing at the edge, pushing hard against it.
Then, with a dull 'pop' as if the ground spat out or squeezed out a figure.
It was a handsome big brother.
The man lay on the ground, panting, looking tired.
