1 Kids screaming in their cradles profanities...

In the calm of the night, in the city of Kyoto. We see a boy walking down a empty street. While strange the boy is walking at night, what is stranger is the substance on his clothing.

Blood.

What the boy had done to have blood on him is something nobody would want to know. But it will still happen.

Flashback, 1 hour ago.

In a run down apartment building two people were in the living room.

"You stupid boy! Why must you keep doing this! We're already poor enough and yet you had to spend it on your toy!" An older man growled to the boy, as he beat the boy black in blue. Yet the boy kept smiling. The boy was lying down trying not to move.

The man presumably his father, cantinued to abuse the boy. The boy continued to keep smiling.

"Hah... I'm thirsty." The man then sat down in his peeling leather couch and reached his hand out. Not a second later, a slow, and wobbly moving can of beer made its way into his hand. Eventually making it.

The man popped it open and gulped the drink down furiously.

The man looked over to the boy, and said,

"If only your mother didn't move."

And turned on the tv.

Looking at the boy more closely, you could see the resemblance with the man. There was a problem. The boy wasn't smiling.

"Oi. get me another can." The man said.

The boy "complied" he got up from where he was lying down from, and slowly, with a limp walked into the kitchen, and proceeded to grab it.

But it was not a can.

"Oi! Where is my-urgh!" The man groaned in pain from getting stabbed in the neck. He tried to stand, yet his legs gave out, in turn making him fall on the floor.

Slowly, yet painfully he looked up to see the boy holding a bloody kitchen knife. Smiling but his eyes weren't.

"R-oz..." the man wheezed.

"...eyB-eyB" the boy said. Though nobody will be able to discern it without help. Something came out of him that went into the boy. For that we don't know. Yet.

And so, the man bled out on his cold, cold floor.

The boy's smile widened. And a black diamond mark slowly rose on the bridge of his nose.

On the boys hand pink flames appeared and slowly dropped on the floor, as if acting like water.

The boy-no, Roz walked out of the run down, and burning apartment building. All while sing a tune.

"I live inside my own world of make believe..."