❝ a young, dark-haired boy sat on the steps of his carpeted stairs. in his small, pale hands he held a silver dagger. his eyes darted towards the direction of his parents, noticing that they were getting closer to him. in hurried movements, he shoved the dagger in his pocket and ran up the stairs to his room, closing the door behind him as quietly as he could. an innocent boy, just six years old, held a deadly weapon in his hands. that was the first time a thought of inflicting pain on others crossed his mind. and then, he knew, that his world wouldn’t be the same anymore. ❞