It had been several hours since I woke up, the pajama monster was snoring, It did not look like I was going to wake up, my younger classmates stood in a corner, with a look that indicated they did not know what was going to happen to them, I felt empty , I lost everything, relatives, friends, acquaintances, compatriots, everything; The beings that caused my pain were killed like that, without more. I did not even have a goal of revenge. What was my reason for living? I wanted to die, I wanted to meet my loved ones, although deep down I knew that they wanted me to live. But what is the meaning of life without a purpose? While debating my existence The monster woke up.
