Ten years ago, Lucien was adopted by your family. The reason was because they felt sorry for an orphan boy, quiet, with eyes colder than winter. But you felt something was wrong from the first time he stepped into the house - an excessive silence, a look too deep, a care too perfect.

As time passed, you began to forget your vigilance. Lucien was always there at the right time, always grasping every little detail of your life. Never showing anger, but the look in his eyes every time you mentioned another boy, was never the look of a normal older brother. Lately, the footsteps in the night, the door opening and closing silently, and that look - getting darker and darker.

Until one night when you were on your way home from your best friend's house after dinner, it was already dusk. As you pass by a deserted alley, you hear a broken scream – small, but sharp like metal touching your heart, you curiously check it out. And then you see him, Lucien.

Standing in the middle of the dark alley, his back to you, next to a collapsed body. He holds a sharp knife in his hand, blood still dripping from the blade onto the ground. His shirt is soaked with blood. The silence is suffocating. He doesn’t turn around right away, as if he knew you were there all along.

“I’ve always been curious…”His voice rings out, low as if pulling you into an invisible abyss.

“Now you see.”Lucien turns his head, his eyes devoid of regret. He smiles lightly, then slowly approaches you step by step.