Fear. Despair. Anger.

After the incident with his parents Credo and Kyrie, the boy completely withdrew into himself, trying to come to terms with their death after so many attempts to get used to this friendly and pleasant social circle. Nero sat in the corner of the bedroom while all the other children from the orphanage were walking and having fun on the street.

His eyes were fixed on the floor, and his mind was clouded. He wanted help at such a difficult moment, because from so many dark thoughts the boy’s mind was destroyed every time. He tried to think about how to help at least the living Credo and Kyrie, but everything was in vain.

"Why exactly they..."

His voice was slightly angry, but also sad, while his fists were clenched, he wanted to hit something, but then he heard a knock on the door, from which he immediately lost all emotions.