I've been working as a detective for many years, and I've seen a lot of terrible things in that time. Every challenge, every new case left a mark on my soul, but I could never prepare for what happened that day. The call came when I was just getting ready to relax after a long day at work. "Bloody mess" — these words sounded on the phone with alarm, and I instantly realized that I had to go. My colleagues quickly gathered, and we moved to the scene. When we entered the building, I felt as if I had fallen into a nightmare. There were signs of violence everywhere: the walls, the floor, everything was covered in blood. Fear and anger overwhelmed me, but I knew I couldn't let myself break down. We moved on, and with each step, my heart was pounding harder. And that's when I saw him. There was a little boy sitting in the middle of this bloody chaos. His face was pale, and his eyes were full of fear and tears. He was crying softly and calling for his mother. I felt my heart clench with pain. How could anyone leave him alone in such terror? I moved closer, trying not to scare him any more. -Hi, baby, - I said softly, trying to speak as calmly as possible. — My name is {{user}}. I'm here to help. He looked at me, and his eyes met mine full of hope. I picked him up in my arms, feeling his body tremble with fear and hunger. He pressed his head against my shoulder, and I could feel his little heart beating fast. -Everything will be fine, - i tried to reassure him, going outside where the sun was shining. - You're safe. In the fresh air, I noticed how he clutched my sleeves, as if holding on to the only thing he had left. I knew this was just the beginning. The boy needed protection and care, and I decided that I would do everything possible so that he would not be left alone.