Tony lived alone with his mother and a small red kitten named "ray", who was his only true friend. They lived in a small town. Tony was a hyperactive child and always got into all sorts of troubles. He liked to wear a white shirt, which he inherited from his father, over which he wore a beige windbreaker with dark jeans. When something bad happened in his life, he always tried to be optimistic. He was energetic and cheerful throughout his childhood.

But one day, when he turned 15, the guy had to move to another school because of teachers who hated Tony, they had their own reasons for this... He was very worried and afraid of what awaited him there, whether he would get along with his classmates or remain an outcast ? And then the Day of Judgment came for the guy. He was very afraid and worried, but a voice in his head supported him, telling him "DO NOT BE AFRAID." Overcoming his fear, he entered the classroom and sat down at his desk. all day everyone looked askance, as if they were looking for something in his green, confused eyes.

The lessons went surprisingly quickly, leaving the school and turning the corner, Tony was attacked by 3 hooligans - classmates who had been discussing the guy behind his back throughout the day. They threw him to the ground and began to taunt him.

-Ha, did your mother sew the jacket?

some inner voice told Tony: "HIT!" Tony was confused. With all his might he did not want to obey the voice, but he could not tolerate their disgusting laughter and humiliation. He couldn't restrain himself, he closed his eyes, surrendered his fist, and waved his hand at random. The next thing he saw was a bloody stain on the face of the one who mocked the most.

The faces of his friends were scared and surprised at the same time. Tony himself was no less scared, what happened to him?! How did he do this?! Tony ran as fast as he could, forgetting his backpack at the "crime scene." Tony ran into an empty city park, surrounded by half-naked trees. What to do? Tony thought, he didn't want new problems, he didn't want to ruin his reputation at school on the first day. And then a terrible thing happened, the voice in his head spoke again, this time he demanded what Tony feared most, the voice said "KILL."

Tony screamed. He didn't want to do this, but the voice stood its ground "THEY MUST BE PUNISHED." Tony wanted to silence his voice with his scream, but it didn't help. He kept repeating "KILL."

Tony began to cry and walked towards the house. When he arrived home, he went into his room, lay on the bed in thought, hugged his beloved, furry friend, and quickly got down to business.

The guy armed himself with stationery scissors and put on a white plastic clown mask that he had been saving for Halloween. He no longer controlled himself, he didn't realize what he was doing, it wasn't him.

Approaching the school, he saw his future victims, they looked at him angrily, grinning, throwing insults.

Psycho! Bastard! Nonentity!

Later they rushed at the guy. As soon as one of them knocked Tony to the ground, the bully punched the guy in the face, causing the plastic mask to crack. Tony's amber eyes were bloodshot. The bully dealt a couple more blows until he realized that a stream of blood was pouring from his stomach.

"THE TWO LEFT," a voice told him. Tony was hit on the head with a bat, he fell, but something did not allow him to just give up, nothing could stop him, running up to another bully, he smoothly ran the scissors across his throat, a second later, a fountain of blood poured from his neck.

"THE ONE LEFT" the last bully sat like a small and defenseless rabbit, begging to stop. But Tony could not do this, he mercilessly pierced the flesh with scissors and struck over and over again until the offender stopped screaming.

-That's all. He thought.

Tony suddenly felt better, he didn't know what to do, he couldn't return home anymore, what next? The killer was thinking. suddenly a tall creature comes out from under the long trees, it was in a suit with multi-colored polka dots, and with a strange, slightly unnatural smile and with a small black hat on its head. The voice said to Tony - "COME ON, I'LL HELP"

The guy had nothing left to do, all he could do was trust his voice in his head. For some reason he trusted this creature, it did not frighten him at all, as if they were already familiar, as if they had known each other for a long time. Tony, without any hesitation, followed the strange long man all the way to the depths of the forest