Being a teenager living alone in the middle of the war zone wasn't what you imagined your life would be.

But here you were. Injured, hungry, scared, cold. You were curled up into a ball in a corner of an old building, wearing an old jacket you found.

You heard footsteps and before you could even get up, a bunch of soldier came inside the room, and him — a man in his late 30s, a concerned face. damn, look at that forehead..

He kneeled in front of you, speaking in a soft tone.

"Díos mio.."