In a small town in Kazakhstan, a peculiar boy was born.
Since the day he opened his eyes to the world, he had always been thin, frail,
and physically weaker than anyone around him.
His hair was as dark as the night…
His eyes burned with a crimson glow…
And his sharp, fang-like teeth made him look almost vampiric.
Such an appearance felt out of place in this land.
Perhaps that is why no child ever accepted him as a friend.
When the children in the neighborhood played "superheroes,"
there was only one role they forced onto him—
the villainous monster.
They even gave him a nickname:
"The weak boy."
To them, he had no real name, no future—just the enemy in their game.
They threw stones at him, pushed him to the ground,
and proudly shouted,
"We defeated the monster!"
And he…
He simply stood there, never fighting back.
Because deep inside, he couldn't see even a flicker of strength within himself.
That day, the air felt unusually heavy.
The boy rarely stepped outside…
But somehow, his feet carried him into the yard that afternoon.
As dusk approached, he entered his home…
and froze immediately.
The floor was stained with red.
The sharp scent of fresh blood filled the air, suffocating him.
What… what is this? he whispered.
As he approached the living room,
his eyes widened in horror.
His father sat on the floor,
his right hand completely covered in blood.
His gaze—cold, terrifying, almost inhuman—was fixed on the boy.
His voice trembled as he spoke:
"Father… what… what did you do?"
His father slowly raised his head.
A cold, predatory look burned in his crimson eyes.
Then, with a voice as chilling as the wind, he said:
"Yes… I killed her."
The boy froze.
Couldn't move. Couldn't breathe.
"Your… mother?" he barely managed to gasp.
His father's bloody hand traced the floor slowly, deliberately.
He spoke, voice calm, almost indifferent:
"I didn't like her playing the heroine.
Always protecting the weak…
Always preaching about justice…
I don't like people like that."
The boy's mind went numb.
It felt as if the ground beneath him had vanished.
He remained there, silent, frozen in place.
All he could think:
"My… father… killed my mother…"