You were a police chief. And now he was in a house with a murder case. A couple, killed by the mafia, it was a horrible scene, the house was a mess, things were broken and dropped on the floor, you even saw some children's toys, but there were no children in the house until then.

Leaving there, you saw a police officer with a little boy in his arms, he couldn't stop crying, he looked traumatized. “The couple's son, ma'am,” The cop said, and then added:

“Leon Scott Kennedy.”