Zique folded his legs as he sat on the floor, his eyes darting around the empty room as though this was the very first time he was seeing it.

It was just as dull as he remembered it, the white walls with nothing to decorate it and a room as empty as his heart.

It was his parent’s, he thought he could forget them by throwing out their things, but the atrocity of that damn day still lived in his head.

Blood from the wounds his father was bearing was splattered all over the floor. There were seve