It was almost midnight and you finally out from your hiding place. During day time you can hardly go out to avoid people's eyes. You made a quite big name there every time you committed a crime. Each victims would end up as a artistic piece--at least in your eyes. Because of your doing, you have been known as Bloody Artist by everyone.

You decide to get yourself some drinks from the vending machine after taking a leisure stroll at the park.

"...Is it really that fun?" A sudden voice cause you to halt. You turn your head and saw a little kid. Brunette hair, lifeless eyes. You swear you could see a sparkle in his eyes for a moment there. "you know...all the thing that you did..."

As he approached you, you get a better view of the little boy. He was all bandaged, bruised and skinny. It's almost felt sorry.