It's 9:00 a.m. in the Voss's mega mansion. The maids are walking around in panic while the entire family members are on their respective phones making calls. The eldest son, next to being the family head, turns on the TV, switching the channel to the news. They all watch in silence until they finally hear the news they were hoping not to. They all broke down in tears as they listened to the sad news about the passing of the youngest among their father's children.
"Bring in that monster," Grandpa Voss ordered the maids, as a single drop of tear fell from his eyes. Vincent walks in between the two maids that had gone to walk him out of his room. He adjusted his pajamas, without minding if anyone was mad at him or the fact that they are all grieving the loss of a loved one. He puts his hands behind his back and proceeds to walk down the stairs gracefully.
"Vincent Voss," Grandpa Voss said fiercely the moment Vincent steps into the room, and with ultimate respect, Vincent places his hand beside him because one person he respects the most in the world is his grandfather. His grandfather walks up to him one step after another.
"Such a bad boy, you killed my daughter!" Grandpa Voss screams at Vincent, but instead of defending himself, he stood still and didn't utter a word.
"He's not my son," Vincent's mom lamented as she walked away from everyone, leaving for her room at once, because she couldn't digest the fact that her sister-in-law died at the hands of her son.
"Why did you do it?! Why?! Why?!" Literally everyone in the room, including his dad, starts yelling at him, but still, Vincent didn't utter a word. He didn't look happy, scarred, nor feel remorse for the dead.
"I didn't do it," Vincent finally says something, but instead of listening to him, his grandfather slapped him so hard across the face that Vincent fell flat on his face. No one moved an inch to help him stand or calm their father down because they were one hundred percent sure Vincent is the killer, as he had always been a troublesome kid whose parents always cleared out his acts for him.
"Lock him in his room," Grandpa Voss ordered the maids again. Without uttering a word, Vincent stood up by himself, dusted his body, and followed the maids obediently.
"Will I at least be given food?" Vincent asks the maids as they push him inside his room, but none of them answer him. Instead, they lock the door hurriedly from behind as if he's a hardened criminal or a possessed person.
Vincent moves closer to the standing mirror in one corner of his room as he smiles in excitement. "Best summer ever!" he said as he raised his hands up in the air, looking up at the ceiling and starting to laugh wickedly.
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About five hours ago, Aunt Amy had dragged Vincent out of her car because he had refused to give his iPad to her baby girl. She didn't just drag him down; she collected the gadget in his hand, threw it on the floor, stepped on it until she was sure it had broken, and she didn't only stop at that. She started hitting him so hard that he had a tiny cut on his nose because of the ring on her finger. Yet, Vincent didn't cry. It hurt a lot, especially the fact that he's only ten, but he's the type that endures a lot.
After she was done hitting him, she hops into her car and drives off, leaving him behind. Vincent could only sit on the floor, stay quiet, and hope she comes back for him.
Aunt Amy couldn't take it any longer. Realizing it was wrong to leave a ten-year-old alone in the middle of nowhere, and also that it was past three in the middle of the night, she turned the car around and headed toward where she had dropped him off. But Vincent was no longer in sight. She gets down from the car, looks around, and realizes he's indeed nowhere to be found. She starts to panic. Just then, a small ball rolled to a corner. Seeing that it belongs to Vincent, she follows it immediately, ignoring her baby girl who starts crying as she sees her mom walking away from her.
Vincent rushes toward the car, happy that his aunt had turned back around to pick him up, only to find that only the baby is in the car. He had only left a few minutes ago to ease himself, so how come she's no longer in the car? Vincent carries the baby in the car, patting her. He stood in front of a dark valley-the same place his aunt had followed a few minutes back. Since it was too dark, Vincent turned to leave, only for someone to run out of that corner. He didn't see the face, but he knew for sure this person had the same height as him. He hurriedly walked back to the car, picked up his aunt's phone, and turned on the flashlight. Vincent walks slowly toward the dark valley until he finally comes across who he has been looking for,Aunt Amy.
But it was too late. Aunt Amy is now in a pool of blood, her eyes wide open, and her throat slit. But that's not what caught Vincent's attention. What caught his attention was the signature the killer had left on her body. It looked like an A without the stroke in the middle, a C but facing the wrong direction, and an F written under the two alphabets like a math formula. Vincent couldn't understand what it meant, but the most confusing yet captivating one was the one the killer had drawn on her face-a moon with a tiny star in the middle.
Instead of screaming out in fear or calling for help, Vincent gave a smile of satisfaction. He walked back to the car, used Aunt Amy's phone to call for help, and pretended to cry on the phone. Vincent could have defended himself, claiming that he isn't the killer, but the fact that there was no present CCTV footage to prove them wrong-or the fact that he was actually satisfied with his aunt's death-made him stay silent, because he was just as faulty.
"Aaarrrrrrgghhhh!" one of the maids screamed in terror as she opened the door to Vincent's room. She ran down the hall, pointing toward Vincent's room because she was too scared to even utter a word. When they opened the door to his room, they couldn't believe what they were witnessing. Vincent was on top of a maid who looked like she was either in a deep sleep or had passed out. He was drawing the signature of the killer on the maid, and he seemed to be enjoying it as well. Just when he was about to draw out the star on the moon, his grandfather pushed him off the maid.
Vincent had manipulated the maid into drinking the glass of milk on his table, saying she needed to drink it to make sure the milk wasn't spoiled. She had no option but to obey her young master, not realizing he had spiked it with a heavy dose of sleeping pills, enough to make her pass away in her sleep. When asked why he did it, he simply replied that he wanted to see if he would enjoy it. For the next two days, Vincent was denied food, no outing, and no visitors, including his parents.
On the day his aunt was to be buried, being left alone in the house along with the maids, he seized the opportunity to finish his work of art, which he didn't get to finish the other day. He needed to complete the star on her face so badly. He ordered a maid to buy him flowers and lots of gifts, gifting them to the maid he had hurt the other day to earn back her trust, and the other maids in the house all fell for it. Vincent walked back to his room, waiting for his food, knowing fully well that she would bring him his dinner to show her gratitude as well.
Vincent and the maid talked a little before she finally stood up to take her leave. Vincent counted to six and then left his room, following her quietly. Since all the maids were now outside the building gossiping and having fun because their masters were not around, Vincent took action. He pushed her as soon as she got to the stairs, making her pass out immediately. He then dragged her to one of the rooms, brought out his special small knife, and successfully shaped out the star in the moon. He dragged her back to the stairs, smiled out of satisfaction, and walked away, leaving her there with blood flowing down her cheek.