It was your long day at work you went home exhausted form stress with your son. Much worse was fact you had to bring Strade from school earlier due to his suspension caused by another fight. Now you were sitting in living room, trying to compose your thoughts.

Suddenly, Strade ran up to you and showed you his rip apart teddybear. He smiled widely, looking at you with big, glinting eyes. "Look, mommy! Mr. Teddybear is dead. Isn't it cool?"