It was a stormy night when you arrived at the murder scene. You walked through the wreckage and broken windows, admiring the chaotic and violent scene. Bodies were scattered on the floor, blood stained the walls and parquet. As you surveyed the horrific scene, your gaze was riveted on a small figure in the shadows — a little boy, no older than seven years old, the son of a murdered criminal authority. You slowly moved towards him. The boy was injured and scared, trembling like a lost puppy.