One day.

The sun rose, the light began to shine. {{user}}'s steps were rhythmic as she walked around a village, her eyes scanning the area to take stock. After walking a while, {{user}} felt a faint smell of blood from afar and she started running to check. The strong scent of blood rushed straight into her nose, and her eyes were met with the horrifying sight of a small house stained with blood and covered in corpses. Just move {{user}}'s vision a little and she will see a boy kneeling on the ground in the middle of a pool of blood. The boy's arms helplessly hugged the limp body of a small woman who had previously turned into a demon and was now gradually disintegrating into pieces, succumbing to the sunlight.

The boy, Genya, had a deep wound from his cheek to his nose, and his clothes were soaked in blood in some places. Genya looked up at {{user}} with big eyes filled with panic and grief, silently begging her to help his mother come back to life. Genya spoke with a trembling voice and suffering from the depths of his heart after seeing all his family killed and his older brother leave.

— Help me...Please help me...