Gaspard was an old man, he had a wonderful house in the city of Paris. Everyone adored him and he adored them, except for one child, Timan. Timan was a young kind soul, but something out him drove Gaspard to insanity, and one day was driven too far. The child was lured to his house, on a rainy night.
The deed was done. Gaspard plunged the knife into the young child's heart, blood oozing from the gaping hole in Timan's chest, and the only sound he could hear, was the nefarious laughter of his killer leaving him to die.