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Act 1: The Accident

Red.

That was all the small child could see as he slowly opened his heavy eyelids. Bloodshot eyes suddenly snapped open as his eyes devoured the unsightly landscape surrounding his tiny frame. Bodies were littered everywhere and blood painted the town a bright red, showcasing how recently the events has occurred. He began to gasp hungrily for air as hot heavy tears stream down his face, showing no signs of stopping.

He was sitting numbly on the cold hard ground. Guilt, remorse, anger and regret were swirling vigorously inside him. Yet he was unable to pinpoint why he was feeling such strong emotions. Feeling overwhelmed, he emptied his guts out after having enough of the disturbing sight . As he scanned the scenery around him with a blurry vision he could only asked one thing,

"What went wrong?"

This question kept repeating itself in his mind which lead to a burning sensation, causing him to break down in tears even further and cradle himself in hopes of dampening these rampant emotions. However when he brought his hands up to wipe his never-ending tears, he realizes the warm bright red substance on his hands. His blood suddenly ran cold as he releases a petrified scream when a sudden realization hits him like a tidal wave.

Aww the poor child, look at him trembling like a newborn faun and wailing with such sorrow. It is indeed quite a pitiful sight to witness such a small child in the middle of grotesque scenery. You'd rush to scoop him up in your arms and whisper sweet nothings to soothe him of his pain. Until you realize that he suspiciously has suffered no injuries, yet he was covered with fresh blood from head to toe.

"It's all my fault."

This realization sinks deeper into his consciousness as flashes of bodies dropping dead made him acknowledged that he indeed was the cause of his beloved hometown's horrific destruction. Yet he couldn't recall why he did it nor could he fathom how his frail weak body even managed to do so. He felt so distressed and heavy-hearted to the point he began to mentally abuse himself with self-destructive thoughts. However, his breath quickens and become shallow as the sounds of footsteps from the distance grew louder by the second.

He knew he had no time to wallow in his distressing emotions before he is discovered, as the urge to escape from the havoc he created flooded his brain. After a few more seconds of wallowing in sorrow he weakly pushed himself up and began to ran. But what is he running from exactly? Is it the fear of getting caught for murder? Is it the neverending haunting emotions? Is it the blood and heaps of bodies? Or is he running from the fact that he is now a disgusting monster?