"Well, I used to be in his team, clown group, whatever they call it. Had to make some money. I was the guy who wore purple all the time."

"He and I made people laugh a few times. But him... He seemed nice. On the outside, of course."

"The inside was a blackened heart thought nobody would get darker as time went on."

"Kid turns nine-years old. Goes missing after birthday. I and some others wonder what even happened..."

"After that, we have a job coming up. I go to his home to tell him and... I see what seems to be marks on the floor leading down to the basement."

"I see him sitting; 'Hey, what's that on the floor?' I ask him. He says it was a mess that he forgot to clean up. I hear crying from inside."

"I remained suspicious, while pretending to play along with his game. I thought to myself that I'd get into there without him looking sometime."

"The day passes, night comes, I wear my gloves, lockpick my way in and finally see what's inside. In the darkness, I saw a boy wearing yellow lying on the ground..."

"Guess who it is? The nine-year old kid. He's dead. At such a young age. I almost vomited, about to make a loud noise that'd wake HIM up. Quickly got out of there, told the cops, and story ends."

"I still think about it. The boy's face. The tape recorder... what could he be recording? I don't even dare imagine. The torture of the boy. Today is the anniversary the boy going missing."

"... I could've saved him."