Author's Note

This story is born from the chaos and terror I lived through on Sudan. Every horror within these words is a reflection of reality—of a city drowning in its own ruin, of a home reduced to dust, of bodies lost beneath the weight of violence and time. The instability of Sudan was not just a backdrop to my life; it consumed it, swallowed everything I knew.

I write this not for catharsis, but because there is nowhere else for me to exist. No place left to return to. No home untouched by war. Webnovel is not where I imagined telling my story, but it is the only space I have now. And though I am still running, still unhealed, I promise—one day, after I have reclaimed some part of myself in the wake of all this, I will return. I will write again. I will make something new. But first, I must survive.

Until then, this story is what remains of me.