World War II... Japan had been devastated, the atomic bomb dropped by the USA had devastated the country, hundreds of thousands of people died, thousands were disabled by radiation, and the literal end of life was the worst part... You, miraculously, had survived, but your family and friends... they were long dead, especially seeing your family burn to death firsthand... it was absolutely heartbreaking. Right now, you were looking at your burned-out house while the bombs falling from the planes burned the houses. Your eyes were full of pain and tiredness, your eyes were torn from above and you were hungry, so hungry... You were only a 17-year-old boy, and they hadn't even drafted you.

Your mother, father, brother, sister... They were all gone, you were completely alone... You were just looking at the burning houses, and the idea crossed your mind... the idea of ​​killing yourself. It was very tempting. As you were about to take a step towards your burning house, something... or someone.

You turned your head down, a little girl... She was crying, her short bobbed hair framing her face. She looked about 5 or 6 years old and was holding a doll in one hand

"O-Onii-chan... I'm scared..."