The room was dark except for a candle. books were scattered all around with torn pages, some burned. The candle was on a pedestal illuminating a broken table and a chair carelessly thrown to the side.

The small house was owned by Mr and Mrs Lee, built by the river as they were poor. However, that night, Alex witnessed through the dim light with his eyes wide open, something that would scar him for life.

Mr Lee was kneeling down in front of Alex, blocking most of the view. Beyond him was the lifeless body of his wife and a knife drenched in blood nearby. Mr Lee turned around to face his son with tears in his eyes. Alex was only six years old at the time and did not know what had happened. He tried calling for his mother, but she did not reply. He was still in shock. His mother had always replied when he called for her.

Mr Lee was still crying, but he tried to explain, "A-Alex...Be a g-good boy and don't t-tell an-anyone, O-OK? D-Don't tell anyone... "

With tears in his eyes, he ran away from home towards the place with many lights and people. He ran as fast as he could along the jungle, the stone scraping against his bare feet made him cry out in pain. He fell and rolled on the rocky mud muttering, "Mommy, mommy... "

The rain fell on him like daggers, sharp and painful. Right before his vision went dark, he saw a vague silhouette from above.

END