IllyGou
For as long as he can remember, he has slept in the cellar.
Every night, his father opens the box where he sleeps. Every night, his mother brings him a glass of liquid red medicine. Every week, his father files down his teeth.
He has never seen the sun. He has never seen his reflection. He has never been outside.
Until the sirens come.
And with the sirens comes something worse: the truth.