The heavy iron doors swung open, revealing Purgus' new cellmate. It was a frail and disheveled figure that stumbled forward. It was Kayo, the 12-year-old boy with unkempt black hair that formed a cone-like shape.
Purgus' eyes widened with recognition as he looked upon the weakened body of the boy. Memories of their shared past flooded his mind, their involvement in the resistance against the Celestons, their dreams of a better future. Kayo had been one of the younger members of the poor resistance, full of energy and a relentless spirit.
"Kayo," Purgus whispered,"What happened to you? Where's Kolra?"
Kayo, his eyes filled with exhaustion and confusion, mustered the strength to lift his gaze to meet Purgus' eyes.
"Kolra... she... she left me... and I...I... "I don't know what to do... I haven't eaten or slept for 3 days..."