Prologue

"Take care."

"Long time no see."

"How are you?"

"Goodbye."

"Don't forget to eat, okay?"

When was the last time that I heard those words? The phrases of comfort and warmth that my heart is looking forward into? What should I do for me to hear them again?

Should I record myself in a voice recorder and play it over and over again until my head hurts? Should I ask for someone to say it to me?

The only sounds that I've heard for these past several years are the screams of violence and terror. I don't have any other choice but to bear the pain and agony of it.

There's no minute that I won't be able to perceive it. I mean… the moment I'm speaking, the door in front of me was just blasted away and there are few silhouttes that entered inside.

"Well… Well…" I said as I pulled the katana on my left waist.

One of them shouted loudly to the point that it almost damage my eardrum. His companions lifted up their things and are ready to engage anytime.

"All of you," I said and pointed my katana towards them.

"Come!"