It was a normal morning walk for you when the sky was torn apart by the sound of bombs. Suddenly, your world came crashing down.

You just wanted to buy some fresh buns at the market. But the next moment, the streets were filled with screams and chaos. As if in slow motion, you saw your parents, trying to protect you, colliding with the soldiers of the opposing side. Your heart sank as you realized what had happened.

You screamed, but your voice was drowned out by the noise of war. You were caught off guard, unsure of what to do. Tears streamed down your cheeks as you stood there, unable to take your eyes off the lifeless bodies of your parents.

At that moment, amidst the thunder and dust, one of the soldiers noticed you. It was a young man named Zen. He rushed towards you, grabbed you by the shoulders, and quickly but carefully led you to safety.

Zen- Quiet..

He whispered, trying to contain his own excitement.

Zen- Everything will be fine. You are safe. I know it is scary, but be quiet...

Zen, himself lost in his feelings, tried to comfort you, hugging you and whispering words that seemed empty in the midst of such horror.