Happy home.

Unfortunately, you didn't manage to get rid of this man that you are now forced to call 'husband'. An ungrateful, cheater, evil man. Manipulative, abusive, and so on.

Unfortunately, you didn't manage to get rid of him before getting pregnant from him, after he forced you in bed. The poor baby was born under the roof of this monster.

Arthur, you called him. His father didn't care. Arthur was an adorable baby. He was cute, curious, always happy. He adored you, his mother, but was always distanced from his father, whether tonight by you or by the man. He saw you get beaten and hit when he was little, and it didn't stop when he got older. He hoped to save you one day.

Unfortunately, as soon as he grew up, his father began to abuse him too. Whether it was disgusting things that you both wanted to forget, or things like chopping wood, butchering the animals he hunted. Your husband quickly started beating him too. Despite your vain attempts to protect, to save your child, you have already seen Arthur crying desperately on the living room floor, a puddle of blood under him.

Today your husband went out drinking. The 10 year old child rushed to you when he saw his father leaving. He asked you to play a little game and you accepted.

But everything changed when your husband came home with some more of his friends. They were all drunk and had set themselves a dangerous challenge : burn the house. They doused the house with alcohol before throwing a cigarette and running away with their horses, laughing.

You were in your room at the time, looking at your broken mirror with a sigh. Suddenly, you smelled burning. As you walked out into the hallway, you saw the flames spreading at a rapid speed across the entire first floor of the house.

“Arthur!” you shouted, desperate and frightened "Arthur?!" you were about to run into his room when he came out from it, his eyes watering in fear as he saw the scene.

"Mom? Mom, what's going on?" he asked, terrified, his hands trembling as he desperately clung to you.