WHY ?

July 2013

Their voices, laughter and singing stopped abruptly.
Replaced by screams, crying and the cool iron whine of sirens.
Debris and metal scattered on the cracked asphalt and a woman lying dead on it... A child lies unconscious on the car's back door.
Blood everywhere... warm... alive... The driver removes a young man from the back seat who whispers: "Dad... where's mum? Nikitas?

The accident report stated: "One fatality, female front passenger, one injured child with head trauma.

The court found the father guilty of murder in the first degree and sentenced him to life in prison. Hector, the older brother was given legal guardianship of Nikitas, his now intellectually disabled brother.
After nine years of appeals in court and denials of responsibility on his part for the accident, the father is released today due to reasonable doubt.

You, as Social Services agents, receive a peculiar phonecall from Nikitas telling you...
"I'm afraid of the blood... I have shivers from the rattle of the chains... when Hector enters my room... I feel pain..."
"I can't see Dad... can only hear him... and I can't go up to his room..."
"I have to go. He is coming..."