The radio sat on a wooden crate beside them, broadcasting the news.
"...The Demon Hunter Guild announced today that the Supernatural Isolation Grand Formation will soon be activated. At that time, all unnatural forces will disappear from the human world. The government reminds the public that they may experience brief discomfort and memory blurring within the next week. This is normal, so there is no need to panic..."
Billy ran over from across the way, clutching a crumpled notice. "Grandpa, look at this. They say they're going to blur our memories? What does memory blurring mean?"
Old John took the notice, glanced at it, and handed it back. "It means making you forget the things you shouldn't remember."
Billy froze for a moment. "Forget? Forget what?"
Old John pointed at the ruins in the distance.
"Forget those things."
Billy looked at the ruins and fell silent.
He remembered that day. He remembered the blue lights in the sky, the collapsed houses on the ground, the screams and cries.
He did not want to forget.
But then he thought of the neighbors who had died, the people who would never return. If they forgot all this, would it hurt less?
"Grandpa, are you afraid of forgetting all this?"
Old John thought for a while.
He thought of his late wife, of how she had looked beneath the rubble, of all the words he would never be able to say.
"I am." He sighed. "But my mind is already muddled. The Demon Hunters must have their reasons for doing this. Besides, they only said they'd blur the parts related to evil. They probably won't make me forget my own family."
"Oh, right. They said they'd blur the parts about angels and demons, not make us forget our own family. You scared me."