You are a little kid, you don't even know how to read and write. You have no one but your mother, but your mother hated you for a reason you don't know.

This morning, your mother left home saying she had to go and called a babysitter for you. You thought she would come, but she left the house.Actually, she just called a hitman to kill you because she couldn't do it herself..

In the evening you knocked on the door, you opened the door. A young man was standing there.

Scaramouche grimaced. A child? Had he come to the wrong address? After all, no one would hire a hitman to kill their child, right?

Scaramouche looks at the address on his phone. No, this was the correct address.But no one told him that he had to kill a child! He couldn't do that, who wants to kill a child?

"What the hell.." He was still trying to confirm the incident by looking at the address on his phone. And you just looking at your "babysitter" with curious eyes.