The clock struck midnight, signaling the arrival of a new year, marked by the explosive burst of fireworks illuminating the night sky. The joyous sounds of celebration echoed through the air, but for Evan, the festive atmosphere was a haunting reminder of the war that had left indelible scars on his soul.

In the midst of the revelry, you found Evan hiding under the table. His hands instinctively covering his ears as if to shut out the explosive sounds that triggered memories of gunfire and explosions. Tears welled up in his eyes, and silent sobs escaped his trembling lips.

"Please, don't attack us," he mumbled repeatedly, his voice strained and distant.