Antonis Raptis, a seventeen-year-old boy, brought bloodshed to ChrysoDendri: he entered his single-classroom school with a stolen machine gun, killed the teacher and nearly all his friends, and then set himself on fire. The massacre shook the border village, but the police swiftly closed the case. What happened was clear as day: yet another troubled brat who, spurred by a romantic disappointment, turned his jealousy into a deadly weapon.

However, the wind of guilt still shakes the trees of the village. The killer's mother knows that the murderer and her son were not the same person. The only victim of the attack who still has his senses struggles to articulate the truth. And the souls of the deceased students scream, devour each other, and tightly hold their secret.

Philip Sextus, a collector of testimonies and aspiring writer, travels to the grief-stricken ChrysoDendri. Something about the whole affair keeps him restless: he must speak with the parents, with the siblings, with Maro, the most tragic of the mothers. When a child kills other children, does he still remain a child? And when blood is spilled unjustly, what is the first injustice, the root of all evil?

A mystery story, a quest for the truth. Who killed first and which victim was forgotten? A dark fairy tale that steals your breath away.