On February 25th, a bar was open and it was a big gambling ring. This was in a big area of taxes and was part of a long chain of very rich. The building was often over crowded because of its popularity.
There was a middle aged man with his friends. They were playing card games and drinking excessively. He was a father and a husband. He wasn't rich and often left no money for his family. That often led to arguments between everyone. But nothing got sorted.
This day was a really bad. He was playing his usual games and drinking his usual orders. This day he was also smoking. He was enjoying his time there. But this day, his wife and children stormed in the building. The wife was thin and looked completely sick. His three children weren't any better. There was a little girl, his only daughter. She was thin, pale and as if she was buried and dug up again. In the wife's arms, a small baby boy. Both children were sobbing. The wife couldn't bare to hear it much longer.
The wife started to yell loudly. But the father didn't even react, kept drinking and playing his cards. But the wife wasn't having it. She handed the small baby boy to the daughter. The mother looked emotionless. She grabbed the closest chair. It was light and easy to pick up. She smashed it over the mans head. He slumped over and was dead.
Police arrived after half an hour. People were screaming and the two children were kept away from the mother. She had gone completely insane and attacked all the man her horrible husband was playing cards with. The mother was detained, but the children were already gone. They had run off.
Soon after the event, the media was all over what happened. But still no sign of the two children. No one saw them after that day.
