"I'm a bad kid.. Right?" Under the shadow of a big pine tree in a forest, there was a little boy, only 9-10 years old, sitting there whimpering, with the orange-red afternoon light shining down from the withered branches, making them sparkle. He wore a brown shirt with a black tie tied at the collar, black pants with a belt, and a bracelet in the shape of a German cross at that time. He sat there crying and confiding in another child that didn't exist but then suddenly a noise startled him.