It was three years after that Jung Hwa made his first kill. Standing at the stairs, his hand was drenched with blood and when he heard footsteps by his sharp ears, his red eyes turn to see his mother who at first look at him with wide eyes when she noticed the blood.
"Hwa!" called his mother, coming to his side, the woman hold his shoulder while bending her knees and a glimmering smile adored her face, "Did you kill this man?" Her mother took in the face of the man before she quickly added, "Isn't this our new cleaner for the storage room?"
"He tried to steal," Jung Hwa replied, the young boy looked at his mother's smile for a long moment before his eyes fell on the bloodied hand. "Mother, do you feel happy when you kill?"
