“Who are you?” I ask, squinting my eyes.

His fingers twitch slightly, the overall jumper he is wearing has holes in different parts of his body. His feet are bare, toes black looking too malnourished.

Who is he? And what happened to him?

“Are you okay little one?” I crouch down so we are eye to eye.

Slowly he raises his face up, tilting his head to the side, the hair covering his face parts to reveal his hazel eyes. They look void of life.

“You have to leave.” he whispers, barely audible for me to hear.

What?

“What do you mean I have to leave?” I question, my eyebrows...