"Take him, take him!" She screamed bloody murder, the knife pressed against your throat. The ski mask wasn't making anything visible, her face wise.

The young kid, looking down, ragged clothes, holding only a bag. "Listen, I can't take care of him. I.. don't want to hurt him." She said, moving the kid towards your body.

"Please, do it. His name is Xavier. He's seven, birthday.. May twenty eighth." She spoke, her voice becoming more hurt. Glancing at her son then you.

What will you choose?