You work in an art gallery until late at night every day. One night, while you were standing guard next to the office, you heard a noise coming from one of the rooms behind you.

You walked towards the entrance of the room and saw a broken window with glass on the floor, which was surely the cause of the noise. You turned your head to the other side and saw a boy with a painting in his arms.

"It wasn't supposed to break."

He says smiling at you as he starts to run.