Do my test or you regret it," haunted the mind of a young pupil. He was skipping home from school, holding a report card dotted with As. He warily stepped through the unlocked and ajar front door of his house, noting a faint metallic smell. He echoed his presence through the halls to no response. Unsettled, he tiptoed into the kitchen, only to see his mother hunched over a bowl, blood dripping in and around the bowl. A note next to the mess read "I lose my grade, you lose your ma.