He rushed inside, he didn't even look at them.
"Aeni. Aeni." He repeated the name like a mantra.
He didn't even acknowledge the center of the village.
His legs pushed him inside the village. He disappeared into it while holding a fragile life, a life that was closest to him.
Inside the center of the village,
Flint sat on a chair, a paper in his hands.
"We are out of food." He looked at the guard standing before him.
"Tell Focus Government we need food in emergency." His gaze was calculated, the paper in his right hand.
"But they already said that resources will be provided tomorrow." The guard's voice was respectful.
"In emergency." Flint's voice hardened.
"Understood." The guard nodded and left the room.
Elsewhere,
A kid was trying to grab a bread that was in a dump.
The dump's water was pure black, people's clothes and shoes floated inside it.
He caught it.
A wide smile appeared on his face. He wore an oversized, expansive coat and pants, both torn, and his face looked as if it had never been washed.
He started washing the bread at a handpump. A girl helped him.
She looked the same as him clothes dirty and torn, face like never washed.
He handed her the bread. Even though their surroundings were broken, broken houses, dumps, air so polluted that it could be seen with the naked eye. Dust particles in large amounts drifted mid-air.
"You eat. I am the older sister. Don't forget." Her voice was soft.
But her stomach betrayed her.
The boy laughed.
"See, you are hungry too."
She ate the bread and handed half to him.
They both ate the bread like it was something so expensive.
But their stomachs growled again.
"Are you hungry, sis?" He looked at the shop there, that wasn't even a shop—barely had a roof covered by a brown cloth. It had a few teddy bears, those they could never afford.
A man in black clothes and neat hair was purchasing the teddy.
"We shouldn't do that. It's wrong." His sister's kind heart, already knowing his scheme, didn't get convinced.
"There's nothing wrong and nothing right." He hit his hand on a broken wooden wall.
Blood came almost instantly.
"Lie down." He ordered.
She lay on the surface which was covered with dirt and broken garbage.
He poured his blood on her forehead.
"Your brother will come back." He forced a smile.
He ran to that man who was heading in another direction.
But mid-path.
The dust particles got into his eyes.
"Ah, my eyes." He rubbed his eyes.
That man turned behind.
"You okay there?" He had worn a mask, his clothes were much more polished than anything in that area.
And a teddy bear in his right hand.
"My sister, she's bleeding there. Please help me." He pointed at that dark alley, fake tears in his eyes.
"Sure." That man nodded.
They both reached there.
Dust particles hitting his well-designed clothes made them look almost similar to those kids'.
The man cleared his view by waving his right hand in midair.
He moved inside that alley with him, with someone's brother. Something was waiting for him.
He knelt before that girl. He looked at her professionally.
He touched her forehead.
"It's not a wound," as he cleared the blood.
That kid, who was already ready with a heavy stone.
He threw it at his head, knocking him down immediately. The man's lifeless body fell to the ground, blood pouring from his head.
"Now you can get normal." He said to his sister, but she didn't react.
He put his hand in that man's pocket.
He found a coin. It looked dark blue with a sign of a light bolt on it.
"It's... it's a Hiyu." A wide smile spread across his face.
"Zaraisha, it's a Hiyu." He jumped in happiness.
"Perhaps he was about to buy this place." His eyes pictured that coin.
"You know how valuable it is. We can... we can buy a whole city with just one Hiyu." He didn't look at his sister. He was too lost in the happiness.
"We will buy breads and breads. You will no longer be hungry." His imagination expanded, he imagined every possible comfort he could.
"But I won't share mine from today on." He teased her childish, innocent.
He clutched the coin like it was his lifeline. He held it in his fist tightly.
He finally turned to his sister, who wasn't responding this whole time. She was still. Motionless.
Lying down on the dirty and garbage-covered ground.
"Zaraisha?" He decreased the proximity.
"Don't tease me. You know I don't like that." He shook her shoulder.
She didn't react.
"Sister. Don't play dumb." He shouted.
She didn't react.
He checked her breath.
His throat froze. His heartbeat stopped. His body paralyzed. His fingers went cold. His eyes widened.
His legs pushed backward. His wrist still bleeding. However, he felt no pain.
"Za... Zaraisha." His voice cracked.
"She... she died." His legs kept pushing him back.
"No." He shook his head.
He sat down, grabbing his head from behind. Tightly.
"Sister... it hurts. Wake up." His grip tightened on his head.
He raised his gaze, his teeth digging into his lip.
He started pulling his hair. Painfully.
He hit his head on the wall. Again and again and again.
His forehead bled. However, he felt no pain.
He looked at Zaraisha's lifeless body. His gaze distant.
"I am lying. She isn't dead." He took a few steps forward.
Then stopped.
"But... she's dead." His nails dug into his face.
He lowered his posture before her and started punching her until her nose and mouth started bleeding.
While he repeated,
"Don't die. Don't die..."
He stood.
"I have no parents, no name, no face, no identity. Therefore I am Unknown." His voice shaky, his hands trembled.
"But I have a sister, and she's dead." His voice barely above a whisper.
He hit his head again rapidly on the wall.
His vision blurred.
"I am lying." He collapsed on the ground.
Hours passed.
He regained consciousness. He moved, his forehead was still bleeding. Hiyu fell, he didn't pick it. It no longer held value for him.