Both Theo and Ethan didn't know what to do or even say.
A little girl, no older than five, sat on the streets, her clothes completely covered in dirt and blood.
Her shoulders trembled as quiet sobs left her mouth.
''Daddy…'' she sniffled, holding on to his hand.
That's when Theo and Ethan finally looked past the little girl.
There, a man lay on the street.
Blood had pooled beneath him, spreading slowly across the pavement.
His body was twisted unnaturally, thick bones having pierced out of some parts.
Yet, one of his hands still tightly clutched a knife.
Except… the blade was buried deep within his own throat.
Despite clearly having killed himself, the man's expression was warm, his eyes still in the direction his daughter sat in.
'What…?' Theo thought, his eyes wide. 'This…'
Immense sadness ran through him, alongside regret and pity.
Hearing the little girl's sobs, he quickly shook his head.
Without hesitation, he stepped forward and crouched down beside her.
