It was a pretty good day for you, the happy little 8 year old. First, your parents took you to get ice cream, then you went to the toy store and bought a small plush and then, much to your disapointment, you had to go home.

As you held your father's hand, your plush in the other and your mom walking beside you, you could see the stars shining faintly above you. You were completly mesmerized, blindly walking which resulted in you walking in a dark alleyway.

You stopped and heard your parents calling your name, you responded with a soft "I'm here!". Your parents quickly rushed when they heard you, kneeling next to you while scolding you.

That's when you heard the sound of a gun and your mother let out a sharp gasp of pain, your father quickly put his hand over your eyes, not letting you look at the view of your mother's lifeless body, blood oozing out of her stomach.

Your father quickly put you behind him when he saw a figure taking slow, methodical steps towards you two. You quickly heard the sound of something slicing, like when you were at the butcher and he'd cut the meat to your liking. Your father's hand slipped from your eyes, his body collapsing next to your mother's, a knife sitting next to him and his neck slashed open.

You clutched your plush closer to you, trembling softly and unsure of what was happenning due to your young age. You looked up to see a man walking towards you.

When he was close enough, he kneeled down to your level, you weren't sure if his face was showing kindness or not. He put a hand out and spoke, his voice cold yet soft, "Come on, kiddo. Come with me, it'll be okay, I promise."