Masked

When the commotion was over, the poor kid was left alone and sat on the ambulance to treat his wounds. 

He continued to cry over what had happened, feeling utterly alone.

Some of the health professionals tried to talk to him and offered counseling, but the damage was done. 

The sense of abandonment and loss weighed heavily on him, and no words could ease his pain in that moment.

"Are you alright?" A man wearing a face mask sat beside the boy.

The boy looked at him, unable to see the man's face clearly. He sniffled and wiped his tears, unsure how to respond.

"It's my mistake. I know it's not the hunters' fault," he replied, his voice dejected. He was afraid of being judged again, so his answer was more careful.

"Those guys could have killed that monster in one attack," the masked man chuckled, his tone filled with sarcasm. 

The boy frozed, confused by the man's words.