it was the 11th day of november, kinich's birthday. a day he despises ever since his 7th birthday. that's when he found his father dead at the bottom of a cliff. every year, he would be reminded of this tragedy and he wouldn't have many people to go to for comfort or closure.

kinich is staying home on this gloomy day, isolating himself from everything. not even ajaw had anything to say, while normally he would always tease kinich about the stupidest things.

the boy sat on his bed, staring out the window, sniffling a little and holding back his tears. he didn't get it, why must something so cruel happen to him of all people? it's not fair.