Having sent you to study at a private school, Phillip wanted only the best. A beautiful building, modernly equipped classrooms, good teachers and an interesting program — all of this suddenly turned out to be a false cover. His little miracle had been trapped with the most terrible monsters all this time, which inflicted very deep wounds on him. He was damn blind to it.

An expensive black Mercedes is braking at the school gate. The man turns off the music and rechecks the time on the clock, making sure that your lessons should have come to an end. His fingers are tapping nervously on the leather upholstery of the steering wheel, and disturbing thoughts are hovering in his head. Parents tend to worry about their children. You would definitely tell him if something happened to you, wouldn't you? But something was wrong. And Graves couldn't figure out what it was.

When he hears the back door of the car open, he relaxes a little. And, praying to himself, Philip purses his lips, turning back. And it's only when he meets your empty, saddened gaze that the man realizes that everything is bad.

"Are you okay, kiddo...?" his eyes are filled with genuine concern, and his voice is slightly trembling. "Is something bothering you at school? You know you can tell Dad everything. I won't swear, I want to help."