In the dark

Tommy pressed himself against the cold brick wall. The skin under the thin T-shirt was covered with goosebumps, but it was too scary to peel away from the wall - what if they noticed? Although the guys around the corner were too busy to pay attention to the little guy spying on them. But Tommy, timid and fragile, still tried to be quieter than water, lower than the grass. He had been watching this brawl for a couple of minutes, clutching a tattered plush hare in his hands. There, in the sultry and deserted courtyard of the boarding school, three boys were intently beating the lying fourth boy. He, however, was clearly not going to give up, biting, kicking with his arms and legs, and even managing to squeal at the top of his lungs and swear dirty in words that Tommy didn’t even know the meaning of. This sight frightened and fascinated him. It was a pity for the fiery red-haired boy, but to intervene? Himself? Small punks against three strong teenagers? It's clearly not possible. After all, he is so small and weak... No, someone stronger is needed here. One thought flashed through his mind: June. A couple of seconds later, the boy, leaving his hiding place, rushed to the porch of the boarding school. Ten seconds later he had already run halfway through the long, gut-like corridor. Thirty seconds later, Tommy had climbed two flights of stairs and was breaking into the seniors' bedrooms. Nothing in his little life had so far been more meaningful than helping this strange boy. June didn’t open the door right away, but when he saw the little guy, he immediately took on an extremely worried look. And, without requiring an explanation, he ran after him when Tommy pulled him by the sleeve. With lightning speed the boys ran out into the street. The tyrant teacher shouted something after him, but they had no time for him at all. A heavy door, a porch, a stone staircase and a path overgrown with moss. And so. The same corner. June carefully looked out from behind him and once again realized how much all the adults working here don’t give a damn about the children they care for. The clash between the juniors takes place right under the director's open windows. And this lustful old man is probably sitting in his comfortable office, but, as usual, he won’t do anything to stop it. The red-haired boy, already covered in mud, suddenly screamed loudly. His offenders only laughed louder, but did not have time to inflict new blows, since June, who ran up to them sharply, grabbed the largest of the boys by the hair and pulled him back. He fell by inertia, hitting his head on the ground. The other two froze, frightened. Yes, Jun should be afraid. Smart beyond his years and strong in physique, the brunette always stood out among his peers. A cruel childhood did not affect his worldview and habits. It seemed that he had erased from his memories the day when his drunken father shot his mother. She made the wrong choice by marrying a soldier who was sent into the thick of the carnage. The war changed the man, making him a monster. And a few years later, a boy in the living room of a once cozy and sunny house, screaming heart-rendingly, bent over the bloody body of his mother. Residents of the small town were shocked, however, the defenseless child was still left to the mercy of fate. Straight to the orphanage, to the embittered, abandoned children. June was not like them. Never raising his fist without reason, the kind and fair young man often stood up for the younger ones, which quickly earned him respect among the children. - Well, let's get out of here, Redhead, Tommy. If I see them doing this again, I’ll kill those stupid prats,” June said clearly, measuring the frightened hooligans with a cold gaze. There was no need to repeat it twice. Throwing the third one, they rushed to run away, their heels sparkling. The one lying on the ground began to cry, looking first at the brunette, then at the redhead. Gritting his teeth, he hissed: — You’ll get it for everything, Colleen! — and followed his pathetic friends. June took a deep breath, and Tommy, who until that moment had been watching from around the corner, ran and hugged the elder. The brunette smiled at such a sweet gesture, stroked the child on the top of the head and walked away, picking up the beaten Collin from the ground. *** Another patch took its place on the boy’s dirty palm. This time there were so many scratches that bandages covered his skin from his fingers to his elbows, and another one adorned his chubby cheek. Collin took his hand away, scratched his freckled nose and shrugged his shoulder, straightening his no longer white T-shirt that was slipping off. “Stop twitching,” muttered the elder, sitting on his knees in front of Collin. He snorted and shuddered demonstrably with his whole body, almost hitting the guy’s nose with his knee. - Fuck you, June! You are not my mommy. - Do you think I really want to do this?! - Don't yell. - Don’t shut me up! I didn't hire you to raise you! Then you fight again, then Tommy gets hurt, and he can’t even stand up for himself! He can’t even complain, because he’s dumb, bitch! And also to put band-aids on you, to endlessly excuse you from teachers... - Tommy? - That boy. Which saved you, by the way. Suddenly quiet, Collin looked at June with round brown eyes. “And maybe I didn’t ask him to intervene, this is the second time he’s been interfering...” he muttered and gave up, allowing the elder to add the remaining couple of plasters to his abrasions. - In the second? - Yes, there was one incident there with this Ingra Hitlerovna. Filthy Rubbish! She always comes out and takes away my things! Almost strangled me - bitch! And all because of the rat corpse that I dug up! But this is such a rarity! You just can't imagine how difficult it was to find it. So what if I hid it under the bed? It didn’t bother anyone there... - So, closer to the point. - Well, the little guy got punched in the face because of me. He reached under her arm. She would definitely strangle me. What a fool. In general, we got both... But in general, forget it! It's none of your damn business! — At least I should have thanked him, or something. Because of all this, his eyes are wet all day, - the brunette answered after listening to the monologue of the talkative boy. The redhead just snorted, but, noticing the little one in the distance, he still smiled from ear to ear, revealing a crooked little fence of teeth with holes in several places. The little one, quickening his pace, answered him with a timid but sincere smile. Jun was not at all surprised by the presence of animal corpses in the younger’s conversations. Collin was beaten for this. He ran into the basement looking for dead rats every single day. And he rejoiced at the corpses of cats, like any other child at Christmas gifts. A strange little boy, and cocky as hell. At first, someone tried to show interest in his hobby, but Collin only snapped and stubbornly refused to say why he needed animal corpses. For this, he was disliked by both the children and the teachers, who did not say a word against beating the boy. And June didn’t think anything about it. Let the child have fun. Maybe he'll grow up to be a good veterinarian. There's no reason to beat him up for that. Within a couple of minutes, Tommy was sitting on Collin's lap, showing off his best friend, the hare. June, having taken all the bandage wrappers, decided to lock himself in his little room again with a book in his hands. But, after thinking a little, he collapsed not far from the small ones on the grass. From that moment on, he realized that he was no longer alone. Mischievous and capricious Collin, quiet sissy Tommy - these children will now forever revolve around him. And he will tolerate all their strange antics. Perhaps in the future he will take them away from here and allow the redhead to store as many dead animals in the backyard as he wants. In the meantime, closing his eyes, he basked in the sun's rays, slowly falling asleep. But it's okay. After all, Colleen will wake him up by shoving him in the side with the toe of his shoe, and Tommy, as usual, will grab him by the sleeve and drag him to lunch. Maybe… *** Midnight. Everyone had been asleep for a long time, except for one red-haired boy walking along the dark corridors. He might have been sleepy, but rat hunting was always more successful at night. Collin carefully, trying not to make noise, looked into all the corners, illuminating them with a flashlight. Apparently, today he will not be lucky to find a single victim on the residential floor. You'll have to go into a damp and gloomy basement. Collin was scared to go down there, but his experiments required it. Banishing rumors and legends about the basement from his head, he began to descend, carefully holding the handrails. Many years ago, representatives of a child protection organization came here. In fact, they were simple swindlers, but this became clear later. Wanting to extract money from the management of the boarding school, these people demanded that the director install a large playroom in the basement. The director kept it dark for a long time, but the swindlers began to put more and more pressure on him. As a result, losing his temper, he threw the keys to the basement in the face of one of them and sent them in all four directions. The swindlers immediately rushed to the basement, but never returned. Not in a day, not in a week. The keys disappeared with them, but rumors spread quickly around the boarding school and almost none of the children dared to climb there. But Collin was a brave boy or a terribly stupid one. Opening the basement door, he was shaking all over. It smelled musty and damp. And, barely distinguishable, something iron. Nasty. Frowning, but not afraid, the redhead turned on the flashlight and looked around the room. The plaster from the walls will fall off at the slightest touch. Collin checked. The sound of crumbling plaster scared him. Well, it was definitely stressful. He walked forward, walking along the creaking wooden stairs further into the darkness. It got colder and striped pajamas stopped warming me up completely. Chilled, the boy wanted to turn around, give up the search and return to the warm bedroom, but a strange dull sound awakened his curiosity. His worst trait, because of which Collin got involved in every scrape. At the foot of the stairs began a long corridor, illuminated by a single light bulb. The walls were stained with something black and slimy. There was trash on the floor. It smelled disgustingly rotten. The dull sound of the blow was repeated several more times, louder. It came from the only open iron door at the end of the corridor. Stepping over the most disgusting pieces of garbage, Collin reached the door and looked into the room. A child lay on the operating table with a torn stomach. His intestines hung to the sides, surrounded by other organs. The strange liquid that was stained on the floor in the corridor turned out to be blood flowing into a large puddle under the table. The nails on the left side of the body, which Collin saw, were torn out. Redhead is dumbfoundedl. My legs trembled, refusing to support my now heavy body. Vomit rolled up his throat, filled his mouth, and Collin covered his mouth with his hands, holding back the urge. This is the same boy who beat him a week ago. Yes, he was still an asshole, but no way, even the most disgusting act, could have earned him such a fate. Are the rumors about monsters living in the basement true? Salty tears ran down his cheeks as the boy was choking on the stench that had become unbearable. But he could not move, as if his legs were shackled with heavy chains. He watched as a man Collin had not previously noticed emerge from the shadows. In his corpulent silhouette, he was surprised to recognize the director of the boarding school. The man, bending over the corpse, roughly moved his legs apart and stroked his pale cheek. “Now you will stay with me forever,” he whispers lovingly, with a smirk on his lips. And suddenly, after such tender words, he swung his hand and hit the dead child in the face. Again. And further. The man’s rough laughter and the incomprehensible “bitch, creature” addressed to someone made Collin die. The last thing he saw before running was the fat director unzipping his fly. *** - He... Creature! “He... E-him,” Collin tried to say through tears, sitting on Jun’s lap and hugging him by the neck. The eldest hugged the boy to him and stroked his head to calm him down. Ten minutes had already passed since Collin burst into his room, and he still couldn’t say anything. The boy trembled like a leaf in the wind and clung to Jun, choking on sobs. - Shh, it’s okay, calm down. “K-killed... He... Killed him,” he continued. But the word “killed” made the elder frown. He cupped Collin's face and forced him to look at him. - Killed? What does it mean? Who? Sobbing, the red-haired man answered with difficulty: - D-director... He killed that boy... It was him... Holding Collin close to him, the elder thought. It was no secret to anyone that children disappeared from the boarding school several times a year. Older pupils never suffer such a fate. There were different rumors, but most agreed that the missing simply ran away from the orphanage in search of a better life. But this theory also had its flaws—for example, why did this happen so regularly and why were they always the same age? Why wasn't anyone looking for them? Why didn't even the friends of the missing boys know where they had gone? June knew, always knew deep down, that someone from the administration was behind these disappearances. But now that everything had finally become clear, something had to be decided. The lives of Tommy and Collin could not be put in danger. Confidently and without hesitation, he said to the little one: - We are leaving. The redhead looked up and nodded silently, without asking a single question. He obeyed, as did Tommy, who was pulled out of bed in the middle of the night and, sleepy, without explanation, led away with him. Away from this hell. The next morning everyone already knew about the disappearance of four children. *** Their escape happened quickly. It was as if the Universe itself was helping poor children. Along the way, they did not meet a single patrolling teacher, and not a single student woke up when the children left the dormitory. June took with him some food and clean things, Collin carried a small briefcase filled to capacity with God knows what, and Tommy remained as he was with his faithful hare in his hands. The trio crossed the wide yard, deftly climbed over the fence, and finally found themselves free. Only this fact did not add joy. Collin was about to let out a cry of triumph, but the elder quickly covered his mouth with his hand, and they continued the rest of the way in silence. To tell the truth, it was creepy outside the walls of the unloved, but now family, boarding school. The sun had set below the horizon a long time ago, and it became increasingly difficult to see the outlines of objects around. Although the boys were brave, everyone was scared - and June with an antediluvian flashlight in his hand, and Collin walking a little ahead of everyone, and the finely trembling Tommy, who was squeezing the elder’s hand. Everyone was worried. Before the cold, the night and the unknown that awaited them. But their path ran through the forest, and this did not add anything pleasant to the situation. Ominous pine trees, the smell of decay and dampness, a circle of light from a flashlight barely illuminating the path. The boys' worn boots were already squelching with all their might on the wet and swampy soil, but it was impossible to see what they were walking on. — Well, what is it like for you to be free? - June asked, looking at the guys over his shoulder. The younger smiled and tilted his head to the side, and Collin chuckled “It’s really shitty here,” he said. - You won't be pleased. If you don't like it, go back. Collin wanted to jump up and, as usual, send the guy to hell, but he remained silent, swallowing the insults that were rushing out. The memories of what he saw were too fresh. He began sniffling again as he plunged into them, but Jun's warm hand on the top of his head and Tommy's small hand squeezing his palm calmed him down and made him smile. — And yet, why did you need animal corpses? - Well, I don’tThe kids like me, and you don’t have to ask rats for permission to play with them. “And I thought that you dreamed of becoming a veterinarian... Well, or a serial killer,” June said with a grin. For which, however, he received a poke in the side. - Yeah, definitely. “You will become the first victim,” the redhead promised, smiling devilishly. Tommy gave him a frightened look and stepped aside. — Moms, how scary! - June squeaked playfully. — And I see you will become an actor with us... The conversation was interrupted by a loud splash and an exclamation from Jun, which made Collin quickly turn around. - Damn it, you scared me! Where's Tommy? — Baby, are you okay?! June bent down and picked up the boy in his arms. He cried silently, clutching his leg, and his face was distorted by a grimace of pain. “Only this was not enough,” hissed the elder," “Tommy, it seems, twisted his leg.” - Fuck, do something! Make him shut up, otherwise we'll be here until the morning! June clumsily rocked the little one in his arms while the light of a flashlight snatched out barely visible pieces of the surroundings from the darkness. - Does not exceed. We need to find a place to stay for the night, and for now I’ll carry him in my arms. - And where do you think we will find him in the forest? Maybe in your ass, Mommy June? —Are you running into trouble now? Do you want to carry it yourself?! “Okay, okay,” the boy gave in, frowning. So, Collin was entrusted with holding the flashlight, and June, who had placed the still crying Tommy on his back, followed. The trees became thinner and the fog around was thicker. It seemed that with every step the cold enveloped me more and more, making me shiver and chatter my teeth. The sky was pitch black—not a moon, not a single star. Even the trees changed, their trunks became dry and black, as if there had once been a fire in this place. Soon the trees were left behind - just burnt grass and fog. — I think I see something... Do you see it too? — What are you talking about? - House. Is this a house or is it just me? The redhead slowed down, catching up with the others, and carefully peered into the distance, trying to identify the silhouette in the darkness. This huge thing really resembled a house - low and with a lopsided roof, but a house. And the closer they got to him, the more obvious it became. The house was small, clearly built at least half a century ago. The walls are dark - either from dirt and mold, or have become completely rotten. The windows are broken and the front door is hanging on its only remaining hinge. Collin shivered and grabbed Jun by the sleeve, clenching the fabric of his jacket in his fist. — You’re not going to... Spend the night here, are you? — Does it look like there is another choice? — the elder answered sternly and added, more softly, “don’t be so afraid.” I assume that this is the old wing of the boarding school. Perhaps there was once a house for teachers or a guardhouse here. Let's take a look around. Collin shrugged his shoulders - he didn’t like the idea, but arguing with the unspoken leader was more expensive for himself. He glanced at Tommy, hoping to find support in his eyes, but the little one was already dozing, nestled on the dark-haired man’s back. - To hell with you, let's go. But if something happens to us... The phrase was left without completion. Collin grabbed the flashlight more comfortably and moved forward, making his way through the thickets of grass to that same front door. It was no warmer inside than outside, only maybe a little drier. The redhead ran his flashlight along the walls, looking at the peeling paint and scattered pieces of plaster. Unfortunately, it was impossible to understand what this place was like before: all the furniture had been taken out a long time ago, and the remains of the interior were a pitiful sight. There were pieces of parquet on the floor in some places, some tiles were still there, but mostly it was bare and dusty concrete. On the left, however, there was a dilapidated staircase leading somewhere down. Collin walked up to her, shone a flashlight into the depths of the staircase, and, out of harm’s way, returned to the guys. By that time they had already examined the right wing. “Collin,” June called him over, “I found a couple of mattresses there.” Apparently, someone had already spent the night here before us. We could shake them off and lie down. What do you say? “What do I care,” muttered the middle one, turning away, “lie down where you want.” In truth, of course, he was relieved by the fact that June had at least found them some kind of place to stay for the night and didn't have to sleep in the forest. But he responded with impudence, either out of old habit, or because he was nervous. They laid Tommy on the mattress, covering him with the only blanket they had in Collin's backpack. June, putting a backpack under his head, lay down next to him to warm the little one with his body, and fell asleep, squeezing him in his arms. And Collin... Collin snorted, walked from side to side, leaned against the wall on the bare concrete floor, and dozed off. A scratching sound woke him up. He twitched, half-asleep, waved his fist, as if repelling invisible enemies, rubbed his eyes and jumped to his feet. The boys continued to sleep, clinging to each other like kittens in the basement, and the grinding did not stop. The guy found a flashlight under his hand, lit it and moved in the direction of the stairs - apparently, the soundcame from there. Goosebumps covered his bare arms, but it seemed that it was not at all from the cold. He took a cautious step, then another, and another... When something grabbed the hem of his T-shirt and pulled him back. - Ah-ah! Fuck! He quickly turned around, randomly jerking his elbow, but saw only Tommy clinging to him with his small hands. - God. You scared me. Come on, go back to sleep. The kid looked at him with eyes full of distrust - he said, "what are you going to do?". — Everything’s fine, really. I just want to check... Something. Go to bed, okay? Tommy shrugged but didn't leave. Collin threw the younger man's hands off his shirt, but he grabbed it again. The redhead frowned and muttered: — Okay, but if something happens to you, it’s your own fault! A smile stretched across Tommy's face. It seemed that he might start jumping with great joy. Without hesitation, Collin began to descend the stairs, and Tommy carefully followed him, limping. But that fall in the forest was not in vain for him, and the younger, unsuccessfully stepping on his twisted leg, fell on Collin. He, unable to resist, rolled head over heels down the stairs along with Tommy. The fall was deafeningly loud and painful. The boys stretched out on the floor, groaning and feeling the bruised parts of their bodies. Collin stood up first, grabbed the fallen flashlight and looked around. Basement again. Stone walls and floor. And right in front of them was a fork from which several passages led. Each of them seemed endlessly long to the redhead. There was something sinister in these tunnels, the end of which was not visible. And this time he didn’t want to explore them alone. Collin turned to the younger man and noticed that he had skinned his knees when he fell. -Well, I told you, don’t pry. And generally speaking! You need to watch your step, you bastard! Tommy answered him with a look that said “you yourself are a booger!”, while stroking one leg. Collin glanced at one of the younger man's ankles and stepped back. A shiver ran through his body. A black palm mark was imprinted on his leg. Tommy, seeing why the red-haired man recoiled so much, froze and turned pale. Collin, frowning, spat on his palm and began to rub the print, but it did not even think about disappearing. The little one wanted to roar, but heard a loud sound upstairs, as if something heavy had fallen to the floor. After exchanging glances, the boys stood up and hurried upstairs. Running into the room where the mattresses lay, both stopped on the threshold, and Tommy fell to his knees and covered his face with his hands. The elder disappeared. All that was left was a mattress thrown against the wall, a bloody trail on the floor and a torn plush rabbit of a mute boy. Collin, grabbing the sobbing younger man by the shoulders, lifted him to his feet and walked out the door with him. Hugging Tommy, he whispered: “Everything is fine... Everything is fine,” but his words sounded unconvincing. He didn't believe it himself. I wish June were here now to encourage them both. Collin didn't know how to console at all. Besides, completely different thoughts were running through his head. It's his fault. It was he who, without thinking, left Jun alone. My heart was beating fast and tears were welling up in my eyes. He himself didn’t even notice how he started crying along with Tommy. Bitter tears flowed down the faces of the boys, who sat in an embrace on the floor in the middle of an empty house. Scary. Hurt. I want June back... It was the request to find the elder that the redhead saw in Tommy’s eyes when the boys released their tight embrace. And Collin didn't mind. Holding hands, they quietly walked into the distance along the corridors of the house. — Do you think he’s alive? - asked the boy. Tommy answered him with a sad look and shrugged, but in those big childish eyes the redhead saw a spark of hope. - You and I... We will find Jun and get out. In the morning we will leave this stupid forest, get to the city and look for an overnight stay there. Collin squeezed out a pitiful semblance of a smile and squeezed the little one’s hand tighter in his, feeling how he squeezed his hand in response. A strange, unfamiliar feeling filled his heart — a desire to... To care? For a second he wanted to believe his own words. Believe that everything will be fine. Taking a deep breath, the bully opened one of the nearby doors. Quietly, almost without breathing, they entered the room and looked around. Empty. Old. Dust settled on the floor. And they didn’t find Jun here. When leaving, they did not close the door so they could remember which rooms they had already inspected. They did this over and over again, with every room that came their way. Until on the floor near one of the doors, almost at the end of the corridor, they saw the same bloody trail. Trembling all over, the younger man hid behind Collin. He suddenly became brave and pushed the door sharply. Many picture frames without images hung everywhere in the spacious and different room. They were everywhere: on the walls, on the floor and even on the ceiling. In one of the far corners the boys saw Jun lying on his back. Rejoicing, they rushed towards him as fast as they could, stepping over the empty frames. - June! - Collin shouted joyfully. Collapsed to his knees directly into a pool of blood near his friend, he glanced over his body. After hesitation, TOmmy also squatted down next to him. The boys didn't know what to do. The older man's clothes were torn, and the holes showed deep, long scratches and the same handprints as the one on Tommy's leg. “N-no...” June whispered with difficulty. - We'll help you! We s-can do it, just be patient for a while...” but the elder interrupted him, shaking his head. - You must run... Hands... They... - June, be quiet, you’re in pain! - the redhead shouted while the second boy pressed his palms to one of the gaping scratches on his side. - Run! Behind! - June suddenly shouted. The younger man didn't understand at first, but when Collin pushed him aside, he saw a long black hand reach out from one of the frames, grab Collin by the hair and slam the boy's head into the nearest wall. The redhead squealed, and, looking at Tommy, shouted at the top of his lungs: - Run! Tommy jumped up and ran to the exit, dragging his bruised leg behind him. The same hands stuck out from the other frames, which he successfully avoided. Once outside the threshold, he could not bring himself to run without looking back, and yet he took one last look over his shoulder at the room where his friends were dying. Jun's bloody body was torn apart more and more. Immediately three or four hands reached out to him and each dragged him in his own direction. No person can withstand such torture for long. The other two hands grabbed Collin across his stomach and lifted him into the air. The red-haired boy squealed deafeningly, clinging to the black hands, and kicked his legs, but all his attempts to escape were useless. The hands squeezed him tighter and tighter, as if trying to squeeze out his insides, and Collin’s thin squeal grew in volume, becoming completely inhuman. Tommy turned away and ran, stumbling, accompanied by the scream of one of his best friends. The only ones he ever had. He tried to scream, but no sound came out of his damned, useless throat—only his mouth opened like a fish's. Tommy ran down the corridor at random because he couldn't see anything in front of him. What stood before my eyes was not an abandoned house, but the faces of Collin, June, mom and dad, their smiles, their eyes, from which blood oozed. His bunny, black hands, mom again - leaves him in a large unfamiliar office and promises to return soon. Tommy knew he had to run for the exit. He ran and ran, and behind him the doors that he and Collin had previously left open closed with a loud bang. Faster and faster. The flashlight fell out of his hands when he stumbled once again. But the door that slammed very close did not allow me to think that I needed to go back and pick up the only source of light. Here is the front door, it’s very close. Exactly the same as he saw it the first time - a doorway and a massive piece of wood that had fallen off its hinges, lying at the threshold. A little more, just a little, a couple of steps to run - and he’s free. But Tommy never expected that the only way out, his only salvation, would dissolve right before his eyes. Instead, there is only a golden frame on the wall. The child fell to his knees, staring blankly into the black hole of the picture frame. There is nothing there. Deception. Illusion. And Tommy knows this is the end. So when a soot-black hand grabs him by the neck and lifts him off the ground, he doesn’t resist. There is little air. Instead of these inhuman hands, he suddenly sees his mother’s soft hands stroking his plump cheek. He sees the sunlight and hears her voice: “I’ll be back soon, baby, don’t worry.” Mom didn't return. His mother left him in a huge unfamiliar house, with unnecessary, lost children just like him. It's a shame. Tommy cried and banged on the doors, not understanding why his mother still didn’t come. Until someone finally told him. She won't come. You see, she doesn't need you. After all, you are mute and she will never be able to hear your laughter. After all, you are mute, and she is still so young and she has time to give birth to a normal child. Mom then thrust a fluffy toy bunny into his hands and stroked his head, which was smart beyond his years. It's a shame they didn't understand sooner. It’s a pity that we went to look for Jun, although we should have left already then. It's a pity that the bunny stayed there. It's a shame it was torn. It's a shame he's such a coward and a crybaby - not like June and Colleen. It's a pity that his friends won't see this sunrise, because it's so beautiful. The sun is already rising, which means it won’t be scary at all in the forest, and if you’re lucky, you’ll be able to catch butterflies. It's just a pity that it's so cold. It's a pity that...