As the sun set down on the city, the civilans and animals slowly settled for deep night sleep as the moon rose replacing the sun where it were on the noon during the day.
But it was quiet almost to quiet, when all of the sudden, when the clock counted off the midnight, something that can only be described as the most horrific thing that a human being could do to another. A murder, but not just any murder a boy maybe not even in first grade starting his education, lying there on the cold concrete floor under a broken street lamp. Countless stab wounds on his stomach, abdomen and chest. His clothes ripped, a clear sign of boy's firey personality and that he was fighting back with everything he had.
This wasn't just a normal and random murder, not at all, this had to be planned for months, years if not longer.
The killer obviously is nothing but a coldhearted, ruthless, merciless killer who saw any human being other then themselves as a piece of meat a "prize" in their sick and twisted game, with no real win at the end.