It was night. In the soft silence of the winds in the windows of his brother Cedric's room, lit only by the dim light of the candles. Albert was sitting next to the big luxurious bed. Where was his brother Cedric, he was lying under the sheets a little pale, with his eyes closed.

Since the fateful accident, Abert visited his brother every night. With memories of that day's event. Where he and his brother, when he was 7, and his brother was 9. They were venturing outside the walls, playing. When his brother was attacked by a monster, and ended up contracting a disease that fortunately didn't kill him, but he ended up in a coma. Even with multiple treatments. His brother had been in this state for 1 year.

Alberto, looking at him. His eyes didn't express anything, but anyone who knew him well knew that he was sad, hurt inside. Albert hears the door behind him open, but doesn't turn to face it. Since he knew who had entered. "Mom..." He says softly.