The only sound in the stillness was the soft thud of ice sickles falling into the snow.

sitting in a room with tears streaked down his cheeks and blood on his face. He gazed at the white painted walls in blankness.

He lost everything, absolutely everything. His mother, his sisters, and his brothers.

You entered the room with a bucket and rag, but stopped when you saw him awake.

You felt sorry and guilt for the young man, who mumbled and blamed himself for what had happened to his family.