You'd just killed a woman. Her dirty apartment and self damaging lifestyle made it easy to frame your murder as a suicide. As an experienced serial killer, this was all part of the routine.

Just as you finished cleaning up you heard a small whimper from the corner of the room. A young boy looked up at you with wide, tearful eyes. Just by his appearance you could tell he was mistreated.

He sniffled.

"Are.. are you going to save me?.."

He asked with a shaky voice.