“Hey, Wake up….!” Shout a voice.

I opened my eyes, dazzled by my surroundings. “This is not my home” I whispered. There’s not a single thing I recognized about the room, yet somehow there’s this feeling that it is safe. After that I tried to get out of the bed that I was in, but I soon regret that decision. Almost all part of my body is hurting when I tried to move them, it felt like there’s a thousand needle place in your body and keep on stabbing you by each second. But, even though the pain hurts, I still tried to stood up. Because of the pain, I remember something unpleasant. Yes, I remember that all of my relatives had died in that attack. Uncle Jaksono and Aunt Maria both died tried to protect our home from the demons. And yet I can’t protect the last task that they gave me. I let Sarah die.

As I stand in the room, I began to fall. Not because I lost my consciousness, but because I tried to force myself not to cry. But, I couldn’t hold it in. I then shouted with all my heart and blame myself again and again.

“Why can’t I protect them…. Why did I let their efforts go to waste….. Sarah… SARAH….!” I shouted and shouted till the tears were no longer there and I stopped. As I stopped crying, I suddenly heard a person running towards the door and open it. It was a girl, a beautiful one at that. After opening the door, she look at me with a panicked eyes but with a sigh that is saying she was relieved that I have woken up. The girl then turns around and gotten herself out of the room. She begins to shout, calling her father.

“Papa…! Papa…!” she said. And then I heard another footsteps coming towards the room. It was a middle-aged man, probably in his thirties. As he began to go inside the room, he then asked me if I was okay.

“Are you okay boy? You haven’t woke up since last week when we found you” he said. “We were worried that you might not woken up because of how deep your wounds are. But I’m glad that my potions did have an effect on you even if it took a long time.” He continues.

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As I wondered who he might be, I casted that question aside. The only thing inside my mind, is that it is a fact that I have not woke up since last week because of my wounds. That explains why my body keeps hurting all over the place. As I was thinking, a question pops in my mind.

“Is there any more survivors besides me!?” I shouted at the man. He then with a sad face, tells me that the only survivor that they encounter was me. I was a lucky one, because after I got hit by that demon, a rubble fell upon me and the demon probably thought that I was a goner and leave. Even though it seems he was comforting me by telling how lucky I was, It still didn’t hid the fact that I was the only survivor.

When I thought about that, I tried to keep my feelings in and asked the man “Who are you and that girl over there?” I asked.

He then replied “My name is Smith and her name is Lia. I’m just a travelling merchant that just happens to past the town that you were in, and Lia here is my daughter. Even though she is my daughter, we are not related in blood because I adopted here when she was little. And now she keeps calling me papa.”

The girl then shouts at him “Geez, papa! Why do you have to embarrass me!”.

The man then laughed happily and said “See? She stills calls me papa. That’s why she’s my daughter alright.” Because of them acting that way, I too laughed because it was funny, but then I stopped and tell them “Mr. Smith and Ms. Lia. My name is Agung. It is probably rude for me to ask this but, can you give me some privacy? I like to be alone for a while.”

He then nods and tells Lia to go outside the room. After that he stood up and said to me “Well, now this room will all be yours. But, before I go, I have to tell you. Don’t linger on the past, because I think there’s a reason to on why you’re still alive instead the other people living in your town. Just think about it.” After that, he walks up to outside of the room and closed the door.

After that, I stood up and sat in the corner of the room. Thinking to myself of how lucky I was and how wrong that is. As I kept thinking and thinking suddenly a question pops up in my mind. “Why am I alive?” I said to myself. I kept asking that question over and over again until it suddenly hits me. The only reason that I can think of is revenge. “Yeah it’s revenge.” I said to myself. “If it is not revenge then what is it?” I said. Then I stopped.

After that pause, I said to myself that I have to be strong. Strong enough to protect people against the demons and strong enough so that, I can slaughter them all.