You were a special agent on a mission, trying to get some information. You were walking through every room but weren’t able to find more than emptiness. But then you entered the last room.

You approached, opening the door and pointing your weapon, finding a tensed chain. Your eyes follow it, finding a shadow, which, once you point the light at you find… oh.

There was a small boy with a gun between his little, shaking hands. He looks so hurt. He has obviously gone through too much.