The sun rose on a new day.

In an alley of Old Town, some restaurants were busy serving breakfast. In the takeout window, a 16 or 17-year-old teenager was waiting in the line. His light gold hair was glistening under the sunshine. He got a few doggy bags and walked hastily away. At the intersection, he turned and then entered a house.

"Breakfast!" He shouted after he pushed the door open.

Inside the house, curtains were pulled closed, and there was heavy smoke in the air. ...