Li Aozi stood in the rain, the boy's frail body cleansed by the gentle drizzle. His clothes remained dry, the dark clouds cautiously observing his demeanor, seemingly hesitant to send a ray of sunlight his way.
"Li Aozi... this..."
Caramel Snail bit his lips, unsure of what to do.
The corpse of a young girl lay on the road, the carriage overturned, riddled with bullet holes. Her gray pupils reflected the gray sky, her outstretched hand reaching toward the distant bodies. Her pale lips trembled, whispering:
"M-Mommy—"
Smack!
Red and black tendrils pierced through her skull instantly, dragging her into the ditch.
Crackle, crunch, squish, gurgle.
A symphony of noises, enough to heat up the back of one's head, resounded.
