Kage:
"Mommy, where are they taking us?" I whispered, trying to keep my voice low. My mother, struggling to walk with one eye shut, could barely move. But the men in black just kept dragging us, forcing us to walk for hours.
My heart ached for my mother. If only I could break free and embrace her. But I was just a child, feeling helpless to protect her.
"I love you, son," she murmured for the fifth time. It was as if she wasn't herself anymore, constantly bleeding from her mouth due to the beatings inflicted upon her.
Every time I spoke to her, she responded with the same declaration, "I love my son."
Her voice was beginning to falter now. She couldn't even breathe properly with her mouth closed. Despite her efforts, a wheezing sound escaped her lips, causing me immense pain. Eventual
