Chapitre 95: 95. Bad dreams.

"Hey little kid, what are you doing here all alone?" Erina asked a boy who sat alone on a boulder outside of her house. He seemed to be about four or five years old.

His clothes were tattered and dirty. Traces of fire burn lined the tattered edges of his clothes. His face, hands and legs were covered in black smoke.

"Are you lost?" She asks the child, but he nods a NO. 

"Then are your parents close by?" She asks again, and this time the child nods a big YES. 

"Oh really, where are they? I'll take you to them." She gives a cheerful smile. 

Slowly, the boy turns his head to the side and lifts his left arm, pointing his finger to that direction.

Following the boys gesture, Erina turns her head to the side, and almost instantaneously, everything around her changed. The buildings were gone, she now stood in an open space.