Being a child in the middle of a war isn’t easy, especially now that your city lies in ruins: the recent bombings only fuelling the destruction around you.

“Mommy? Mom..?” The usually busy and colourful city lay in pieces. Buildings demolished, the population either dead or having fled the area. It was eerily quiet.

You’re wandering around, your tiny footsteps light as you keep your gaze fixed on the ground. Looking up, you spot a soldier standing opposites side to you.

“Are you lost, kid?” The big man questions, crouching down to appear a little less scary for the child.