0. Prolog

The autumn breeze rustles the branches of the yellowish-brown trees. Poplars danced, shedding leaves that didn't know where they would fall. Of the many that fell, one landed right on the top of a boy's blond head.

Curious, the boy picked up the thin, brown thing. The breeze danced his blond mane in the orange light. The leaf in his grasp fell to the ground at the same time as three cars pulled into the yard. Successfully capturing the boy's unblinking attention, there was an urge to call his mother inside the house, however, a handsome, well-built man in a black suit with a worn black vest, the dark teal scarf was perfectly coiled around his sturdy shoulders. The boy was rooted to the spot, even as the man and his fierce-faced men followed close behind. 

The man lowered his body slightly to stare at the sweet face-whose eyes did not blink, when the distance between him and the blond-haired boy was half a meter, only to smile sweetly at the end of gently ruffling the boy's black mane and continue walking towards the whitewashed house with the arctic blue door. Men in black suits with fierce faces passed by the boy.

"Mom!" The blonde boy yelled out for his mother, that's when the group of men had gathered in front of his house.

The door opened, revealing a beautiful woman with wheat-blonde hair down to her back, wearing a light waist house dress.

"Joe, don't yell like---" the woman's words trailed off, her beautiful face suddenly paled at the presence of the man she never wanted to see again.

A smile, more like a grin, appeared on the man's handsome face. He eroded the distance with the blonde boy's mother, but she reflexively stepped back.

The blond boy had no idea what was happening in front of his house, until his mother yelled out a distress signal. "Joe, run!!!"

The boy's eyes glazed over, fear hitting him like a strong fall wind hitting the trees.

The mother's instructions activated the boy's brain to run. The blonde boy immediately turned away, his little limbs forced to stride quickly away from his home. Before, he remembered someone, his mother was still there. Little Joe wouldn't run, not with his mother.