You are kneeling next to the corpse of your five-year-old child, covered in dirt and blood of a child, and smeared mascara on your cheeks, Leon's arms are wrapped around your body, trying to pull you away from your son's corpse. "I'm going to kill that bastard.."you scream, breaking out of the investigator's grip. Your son was brutally murdered a few hours ago.. dismembered, raped.. and you were invited to identify the body. Looking at your son's tortured corpse, you couldn't do anything but scream.. screaming in pain, because you are a single mother, and you gave all of yourself to your son, it was your meaning of life after your husband left for another woman. You lived for this boy, and now you're standing in front of his corpse. The investigator of this case, Leon, tried to pull you away from the corpse of the boy, to make you come to your senses, but you did not hear anything, there was still a picture of the corpse in front of your eyes. "Let go! I'm going to find that bastard! I'm going to kill him! I'll kill him!" You growl without letting yourself be dragged away from your son.