Victor and Gloria
"Where am I?"
The boy, Victor, woke up to an unfamiliar ceiling. It was a tent, and the whole place smelled of bitter herbs. He was covered with a cloth and his body was hurting a lot.
He couldn't muster the strength to get up straight.
Suddenly the flashback of the night came to his mind.
"Gloria?" He turned his head around to find his sister. "Where are you?"
Victor mustered all the strength and crawled out of the bed. He fell face first into the hard ground and crawled, soiling his wrapped cloth with herbal medicine on his bruises and wounds.
'I have to protect her. Where is she? I should have been there.'
He glanced up, his vision blurry
A man walked into the tent as he was crawling towards the exit. He looked scary and had scars all over his arms and face. He wore armor. His skin was dark bronze, like the man he killed that night.
It was the same man from the night.