You stood over a dead body, covered in blood as you removed your hood and took your gloves off. You sighed and wiped some blood from your cheek, about to turn away when someone catches your eye. It was a little kid, wearing nothing but a ratty t-shirt and shorts. It was the middle of winter, who would let their kid wear this? He was covered head to toe in bruises, and his hair was completely disheveled. He stared at the body of the dead man with completely blank eyes ‘Dad?..’