Yodad

The story revolves around Sin, an 11 year old abandoned child, that lives in the streets and in order to live through such a hard life, had to commit acts of stealing in order to survive.


As the child runs away after an attempt of thievery, the sounds and yelling of the of his pursuers slowly turned into groans and  incomprehensive screech. 

This is the turning point of his solitary hard life, as the world he once knew, turned into a living hell.











The story takes place in a apocalyptic
medieval age.

A hard life

In the early afternoon as the blizzard kept on blowing.


Outside a beautiful manor of the Earl, is a parked carriage with two horses in front.


The Coach had elaborate designing and the coachman who wears a thick cloak and clothing, that was seated in the driver's seat, who was secretly looking at the Earl with a stink eye. Goddamit can't they just do it next month, this blizzard's donna take a few days to pass.


Lena who was wearing a thick scarf and gloves carried the baby Clark helped by two maid with an umbrella in her hands into the carriage, with a displeased look in her face.


"C'mon it's only just a 20 mins ride to the church anyways"


"20 mins? if only you didn't choose to build you're manor in a secluded place in the town, then it would have only took a few minutes in order to go to the church in such a bizzare weather"


"Oh come on, you're such a picky woman didn't you a like nice and quiet home?"


"What if Clark catches a some sort of a disease because of this weather?!?"


"there's no way a child of the Hussain's family is a weakling"


By then the carriage was already moving, as the gate to the manor opened, the wheels rolled above the paved main roads of the town.


When the two were arguing again, this time Clark woke up and cried.


"look's like our son needs some, kuhum~"


George awkwardly cough, seeing the angry glare from his wife.


"It's not like I've seen them before right? Here I'll close the the curtains to the windows, nothing there to see but snow piling up anyways"


Lena stared at George much more intensely making the latter break in cold sweat.


"wh-what more do you want, Oh my fair and beatiful wife?"


"Could you kindly turn around and use the curtain to block you're eyes, please?"


Hearing his wife's plead, well it was more like an order in George's ears as he


 clicked his tounge, turned around and grab the curtain's end with his hand and used it to block his eyes, and thought to himself *well she wouldn't mind a little peek doesn't she?)


He heard Clark's cry stopped and heard of sucking sounds a baby would make when breast feeding.


but before George could what every real man would in such a situation.


"Oh! and if you try to peek, be sure to see it cleary and engrave in your mind, because it's the last time you'll be able to ever see"


A gulping sound could be heard behind the curtains.


On the way