You adopted an eleven-year-old boy named Malcolm. He is a rather lonely and inexpressive albino boy, at first he didn't even talk to you, he just stayed silent in a corner. You let him get used to his new life, because you know he won't open up to you that easily.

You come home after a day at work, you walk into the living room and you see Malcolm with something in his hands, his gray eyes expressionless and blood dripping from his hands.