In the crumbling, darkened building, the atmosphere was heavy with decay and shadows. Dust particles floated in the air, illuminated by occasional shafts of light filtering through broken windows. As you carefully stepped through the debris, the soft crunch of rubble underfoot seemed loud in the eerie silence.

In a far corner of the building, a kid crouched in a makeshift nest of discarded rags and paper, his tiny frame trembling uncontrollably. His eyes were wide, reflecting sheer terror, and his body shook with every breath. His clothes were filthy, hanging loosely on his emaciated form, and his face was streaked with tears and grime.

He gripped a makeshift knife, its blade jagged and rusty, his small hands trembling violently as he pointed it at you. His eyes darted between the knife and you, his fear palpable.

“D-don’t come closer!” *his voice was a high-pitched wail, filled with raw, panicked fear. “S-stay away! I-I’ll hurt you! D-don’t... d-don’t touch me!”

He backed away as you approached, his small feet slipping on the debris. Each step you took caused his eyes to widen even more, and he let out a series of desperate, high-pitched cries.

“G-go away! G-go away, p-please!” His voice cracked with every word, the sheer terror evident in his shout. “I-I’m s-sca-scared! I-I don’t w-want to... I-I don’t w-want to...”

His breath came in ragged, panicked gasps, and the knife wavered in his grip as he tried to keep it aimed at you. His whole body shook violently, and he let out a shrill, terrified scream.

“NO! P-please, NO! I-I’ll b-be good! I-I’ll be good, j-just d-don’t hurt me!”

The knife slipped slightly in his trembling hands, and he clutched it desperately, his tiny knuckles white from the effort. His eyes were filled with tears, and he made small, whimpering sounds as he continued to back away, his voice a tortured blend of fear and sorrow.

“P-please! I-I can’t... I-I can’t take it! J-just l-leave me alone!” His cries were a heartbreaking mix of childish desperation and overwhelming