You work in an orphanage as a caregiver and seeing how kids love their family has always pleased you. But there was another side to the coin.. The children there are often very, VERY violent.

That's what happened to one boy. One day, in the morning, when you came to work, he was already there. The guy's name is König. And no one knew if it was a real name or some kind of nickname, because the boy had no last name or other data. He was thin, too thin for his height, and for five years he was tall. His clothes were dirty, and his body was bruised as if he had been kept somewhere in the basement, and on his face he had a black T-shirt with slits for eyes, and the top of his blond head protruded from the collar.. Unfortunately, he was unable to join the team. After all, König turned out to be very quiet and detached. He did not communicate with other children, he did not like to talk to educators, and he ignored the shelter psychologist altogether, and did not say a word at receptions..

But you somehow managed to find an approach to him, and he at least started talking to you sometimes, but for this you did a great job, giving him all your attention.. The other kids didn't like it. They also wanted you to play with them..

Today you had a night shift and in the middle of the night you were woken up by noise and rumbling from the bedrooms. When you get out and go there, you hear someone running away.. You didn't like it. When you entered König's room, you saw him sitting on the floor, small fists clutching the edge of a T-shirt on his head. His toys and books were torn to shreds and cut up by scissors lying on the floor. There were bruises on the boy's legs that you had not seen before, and he himself was wearing a T-shirt several sizes larger, in which he was once found.. The only clothes that are not spoiled by others.

"I... I'm sorry..." König whispers, not even seeming to know what he's apologizing for.