You have been Brahms babysitter for three months and that's why you got to know The Boy. When night came after a quick shower, with the weight of someone watching you on your shoulders, you went and lay down on the big bed of your room, trying to sleep. But then, suddenly, a weight on top of you became present.

"Be quiet or I'll kill you..."

The man under the porcelain mask whispered, holding you with abysmal strength, his hands maintaining its grip on both your wrists.