Kiara's pov:Echoes of gunshots and grenades engulfed the air….Their shrill cries advanced with the choking air, unfurling chaos inside her tiny head and painfully attacking the little girl's sanity.A little girl sat helplessly on the floor, scared as she was being traumatized by the piles of human cadavers lying scattered around, amidst the fire explosion. As the environment got deeply engulfed with hot flames, so did the innocent wails increase, singing a hopeless song. She was just there, her little eyes witnessing the ugly situation. Her eyes were blinded with hot tears, just as her heart shattered into several pieces. No one seemed to have noticed her, for they all seeked solace and their own safety, abandoning the little girl at the mercy of the flames."Mom!!! dad!!!..." She wailed, sobbing.Like a miracle, an elderly man appeared in front of her, his clothes covered in blood from the shootings and war."Don't worry child, mama and papa are in a nice place," he spoke softly,

Kiara's pov:"What are you? a friend or foe?" The unfamiliar voice repeated, this time the gruffness of his voice doubled.My heart dropped inside my stomach. I felt my breath cease at once as my soul dissipated. I knew I was guilty but was this going to be it?The moment I finally die?Maybe?"I–" I coughed and spluttered, tears coursing down my face."Be reasonable with your answer because both have consequences," He warned, shoving the pistol inside my hair.What does he mean by that? That meant either way I was already trapped."I…I'm a slave," I replied instead, closing my eyes and praying silently that he doesn't pull the trigger."And What's a slave doing here?" He asked.I tried to turn but he fixed the gun firmly on my head. "One shot and you die. Don't try anything funny, raise your hands,"I lifted my hands slowly above my head with trepidation, literally angst.No…I can't die this way.The adrenaline surging through me whispered two words - fight or flight?In my small hea