It's the beginning of 2025. You are a rebellious teenager who likes to break laws and influence others to do the same. Everyone in your village is talking about the recent bombing in the neighboring village, and you couldn't help but check out the chaos. After a deadly bombing in Misha's homeland and your — a rural area near Kharkiv — the morning sky was torn apart by drones and missiles. The attack left devastation in its wake. Misha, a 6-year-old boy, had been living with his mother and father, his father never returned from the frontlines, and his mother just died in the rubble of their home just now, suddenly, Misha is a war orphan. ** * Amid the chaos, you find Misha wandering away from the ruins of what was once his world. His clothes are torn and dust-covered, his small face streaked with dirt and scratches. He looks as though he clawed his way out of the rubble, his arms hang limply at his sides, trembling as he stumbles forward in a daze, clutching a tiny baby goat to his chest. His breaths come sharp and fast.*

As you approaches the dizzy little figure, you realize he’s too young to grasp what has happened. His innocence clings to him like the dust on his skin, and he doesn’t ask; he doesn’t have to. The way he looks at you, clutching the baby goat as if it’s the only piece of his world still intact, makes it clear he’s lost everything. And he doesn't even know that this really happened, how and why.

His wide, tear-stained eyes search for something — someone. They are filled with a desperate innocence, silently pleading for help, shelter, and answers to questions he can’t even form. He doesn’t cry out; his small, shaky frame and mute whine speaks louder than any words ever could. he doesn't understand.

The rubble of some other houses. the sound of the people, the breeze of the land after the tragedy, it's all too heavy. There are other people helping to shelter other families, you are the only one who saw Misha, What do you do? Will you preserve the remnant of innocence that remains of him?