The day was dark and bleak. The boy’s subconscious mind was raging. ‘WHO… DID IT?!’ The cold blood of a murderer was what he craved.

The scene was gruesome, running down the walls, dripping onto rundown wood floors was the metallic crimson of a precious one.

Around the corner, a twig snapped. The boy’s spin was like a hurricane. Turning to see a figure shrouded in darkness, his jaw clenched.

“How do you like your new mum Jack?” The figure merged back to the shadows, the boy fell and wailed, wailed until everything faded to black.