"Mom, the flowers here are so beautiful! They look amazing! You have to take some nice pictures of me later."
"Don't worry, sweetie. Mom will take great photos. After we get back, I'll print them out for you to show your friends."
"Great! Thanks, Mom! Oh, and don't forget about the grandpas and grandmas at the nursing home. I haven't visited them in a long time. Please take some pictures for them too!"
"No problem, my daughter is the best!"
The soft voice of the little girl echoed in Charles's ears. A mother and her child were standing in his way, taking pictures amidst the blooming flowers by the roadside.
Their smiles were exceptionally bright, even outshining the vibrant flowers around them.
Charles took a deep breath. As he gazed at the innocent smile of the little girl, memories flooded his mind: the white room in the underground abandoned factory in Genosha Calivia, filled with the bodies of countless children.
