It was late at night. The house was quiet, but Aoiro couldn't sleep. He sat in his study, thinking about all the things happening in the world—the war, the meteorite, and most of all, his children. They had been feeling sick for a few days now, and he couldn't stop worrying. His mind kept wandering back to the strange purple spots that had appeared on them before. Something didn't feel right.
Suddenly, a piercing scream echoed through the house. It was so loud and filled with pain that Aoiro jumped to his feet. His heart started racing. That scream—it was one of his children. Without wasting another second, he ran out of his study and down the hallway, his feet thudding against the wooden floor.
When he burst into the children's room, his breath caught in his throat. There, on the floor, lay Takeshi, Kori, and Raiden. Their bodies were trembling, and their skin—he could hardly believe it—was covered in dark purple spots. The spots spread across their faces, arms, and legs, and they looked like they were burning from the inside out. Raiden's small hand reached up toward him, his voice weak and scared.
"Father… help us," Raiden whispered, his lips trembling.
Aoiro's heart broke. He knelt down and carefully touched Raiden's arm, but nothing happened to him. The purple spots didn't spread to his skin. He should've been relieved, but all he could think about was saving his children. His hands shook as he picked Raiden up gently, then carried him out of the room. One by one, he lifted Takeshi and Kori as well, carrying them toward the lab.
His mind raced with thoughts. How could this have happened? What was going on with them? He didn't have answers, but he knew one thing—he had to act fast, or he might lose them.