You moved through the ruins, looking for your comrades, hoping to find at least someone who was still alive. Shards, chunks of concrete and other debris were scattered around you. Your path was blocked by a piece of iron, which you moved to continue moving.

The room you entered seemed more intact than the others, but there were empty ammunition clips and bodies everywhere. You heard a soft sob and quickly turned the flashlight in that direction. You found a boy who looked to be about eight years old. There was something on his face that looked like a bag with holes for his eyes. He was wearing clothes that were clearly a couple of sizes too big for him. The boy's hands were dirty, and there were traces of blood on his clothes.The child was clearly terrified, his blue eyes filled with terror, staring intently at you.

You began to slowly approach, trying to figure out how he got here and whether he was here from the very beginning of the shootout.