The Friedrichs lived in a small town called "Alphine Wiesbaden," in Roderick ST as a typical nuclear family. They were very strict and straightforward when it comes to parenting. At least you would expect that they were not into nonsensical kinds of stuff on the latter. Mr. and Mrs. Friedrich supposed that their lone son acted normal and appropriate. Mrs. Friedrich worked as a planning director of the neighboring town while Mr. Friedrich was often working overseas. At the age of 7, he already learned to tend himself, and by 8, he could cook and do basic house chores. He wanted something to prove to his parents, like how they were when they were young. Her parents still supervised him when they are off to work, while aunt Meyer tended him when his parents were gone.

Three days from then, it will mark his 9'th birthday on the 21st of August. Both of his parents were born in poverty, but their ambitions and realistic mindset set a stone to be a middle upper-class family. As the Parents' strict parenting and mindset, Walter was not given much freedom like any other kids his age. He felt that he was growing up so fast and never felt like a kid before. Whenever Walter shared his drawings with them, their words felt no regard for amusement and even told him that "drawing" would not get him anywhere. Harsh to be said, but Walter already knows what would his parent's say, that even his Father’s Day and Mother’s Day letters were only left unread in his parents' drawers.

Yet he never once stopped doing it, even if those things seemed to be unconsidered in his eyes. When his parents are at work, well as always, his aunt Meyer is present at those times. It was a sunny morning in the house of Fredrich’s, and Walter is about to wake up at six-thirty a.m., quite early, to be honest. By that time, Aunt Meyer is still asleep in the guest room, wearing a sleep mask and snoring like a man that just finished hard labor work. Walter is in his room that is on the second floor just got out of his bed and stretched his arms as he yawns. "Good morning little bird," he warmly greeted the bird hanging on a tree branch that has seen from his window near the bed. The bird nodded, seemingly understanding what Walter said that made him smile.

Walter heads to the kitchen downstairs as he rubbed his left eye. He took a glass and put it under the water tap as he waited for it to get filled. Afterward, Walter gargled the water and spitted out on the sink. Then he served his toast, a glass of milk, and cereal for his breakfast. A few minutes later, he prepared a toast, bread rolls, jam, and tea for her auntie, who is about to wake up around six-thirty. After that, the boy placed the food on the dinner table then prepared himself for a nice warm bath in the shower.

Mrs. Friedrich is a workaholic, she has some side jobs filled almost all of her time, which only made her home during Sundays, considered work from home rather than a family time. Aunt Meyer would iron his clothes before bed for sure to be less susceptible by the least. Continued, Walter took his ironed clothes and put them near the bathroom as he entered with a towel on his shoulder.

The warm shower felt so satisfying, though he would instead bathe in the bathtub. Nevertheless, it felt time-consuming if so to be done.

His fifth-grade class is about to start on Monday, which is the day of his birthday. He's wholly excited to celebrate it with his Friend Joanne and Caleb, both of them were his classmates and childhood friends from his town. They might not seem very close, but they are good friends that are there for each other.

Aunt Meyer, who just got up, opened her door as she scratched her back. Yawned and yawned all the way into the kitchen, she went and sat down. Meyer saw the breakfast was served on the table, still warm and smelled savory, smiling as she sat down, complimenting Walter, who was in the bath at the moment. "Nicely done, Walter."  as she got out the words through her mouthful breakfast, as said while aunt Meyer, wearing her pink nightgown clothes.

Upon finishing the bath, Walter put on the warm clothes her aunt set last night for his piano lessons at eight o'clock in the morning. Right after he sat down on the dinner table, aunt Meyer just finished her food as she brought another set of tea that Walter prepared for her to the back porch with a nice view of the garden with the help of the young boy as they both tend it on the weekends. His food was slightly lukewarm right after he sat down. Immediately he started to gobble his food before it turned cold. Aunt Meyer greeted him good morning midway as she headed to the back porch as the young boy replied respectably, followed by a nod.

It is now seven in the morning, and Walter is on his way to fix his bed after eating. A couple of minutes passed; Walter took his bag on the ground leaning on the cabinet. He looked at himself in the mirror, looking neatly and standing tall.

The sun is now shining, glimmered peacefully on the windows inside Fredrich’s house. The sun lit the rooms warmly while Walter headed downstairs. He got outside and was greeted with the morning daylight, "Ahhhh!" Walter mumbled while inhaling the fresh late summer breeze and feeling relaxed. Walter started walking then passed the backyard of his home. Aunt Meyer, sitting on a fancy wooden rocking chair with her tea on the patio table. She raised her eyebrows upon seeing young Walter walk on the street, seemingly covering his lower body from her view by the garden grass hedges.

Upon walking on the streets of Adalbert right after Roderick, he saw some teens on a narrow path between the buildings, seemingly chattering about an event dressed in a typical fashion.  Walter saw one of them holding a weird-ended stick. He could not get a gist of how they looked like aside from the color of hair. They were on the far back and were shadowed on the part of the narrow walkway between the buildings. They look suspicious in the eyes of Walter. He was very intrigued yet was distracted after a truck horned passing on the road. The moment he looked back, the teens that were just on the narrow path a few minutes ago vanished without a trace.