Synopsis: Dear diary, I’m scared. If I hadn’t been counting the days, I wouldn’t know today is my younger sister’s 9th birthday. I don’t know where my parents went, I don’t know how to get back home, I don’t know why there are people in uniforms carrying guns and lying in pools of blood. I saw an injured pigeon flying with a strange letter; it seems the reason is an albino tree. Maybe if I burn it, everything will go back to normal. My little sister is sick, but we have some medicines I grabbed before fleeing. I lost my cell phone, but I think its battery is probably dead by now. This is a story split into 3 parts. If there is a beginning and an end, they were lost. Only the middle remains.