The sound of shattering came from the sky.
Like the ceiling of ages past wailing, dust falling silently.
Toshio walked dazedly in the thick smoke and haze, stumbling, it seemed a voice was calling from afar, someone was shouting. He opened his mouth to respond, but no sound came out, as if he had swallowed burning charcoal, feeling the fire ignite in his throat as he opened his mouth.
He tried to run swiftly, but no longer could find the trace of the shouter.
Just half-buried corpses in the ruins.
Aunt Nakayama, Uncle Bando, Uncle Hideta, Yuda, Ayano, Yoshiko and Sota... everyone was dead.
Perhaps even he was dead, he had already arrived in the world after death.
That's why it felt so lonely, so sad.
Yet, he just wanted to find someone to talk to, even if just one person alive, even if just one person to tell him not to be afraid, he could continue to breathe, his heart would have a reason to keep beating.
