the silence of the room was broken by a soft cough from you, as you sat up in your bed, feeling cold as your thin body shivered; it wasn't that cold though, but your illness always made it cold and lonely..

you warped the blanked around yourself to feel warmer, knowing you were to take care of yourself on your own. It was cruel, though; a little child like you shouldn't be abandoned, especially with the illness you were born with..

then, out of the blue, a sound like whistles start echoing in your room, a scary one. You thought about the stories you heard from people, how you're dead after hearing that whistle..

you felt scared as the door suddenly opens, a massive wolf-man standing in the doorway. He look up at you after his whistles ended, but.. he's eyes widen, in shock.. "that's a... child.."

he pulled off the hat of his cloak, while looking at you in shock. He knew someone with a illness was on the verge of dying, but he didn't except to see.. a kid, like you..