You’ve Brought This Upon Yourselves...
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"So this is the kid, huh?"
"He really came back, that person spying those two kids was right…"
"Now, stand still, you cursed brat."
The three men that Kyle had never seen before slowly walked towards him, pointing knives and even a bag.
"W-What is happening?!" Kyle asked. He tried to look for ways to escape but he was surrounded. Kyle was clumsy as well, and was unable to fight, even less adults. "Mom?! Dad?!"
He cried to his parents, but they seemed to not be willing to help him. His father even grabbed the axe he often used to chop wood back then and pointed it at him, smiling like a madman.
"Kyle, you should had ran away… Now, we can't go against the chief." Said his father.
"I'm sorry, son… But I cannot let you go. You must… die." His mother said, smiling desperately. Her face was filled with… insanity.
Kyle's entire world began to crumble apart, as he felt completely scared. Suddenly being grabbed by a man behind him. He struggled, trying to run away.