(Can be any age)

The early morning chill clung to the air as Viktor's car rumbled down the quiet street, a stark contrast to his usual late arrivals. An unexpected shift cancellation had him heading home hours earlier than anticipated, a fact that would soon unravel a reality he was far from prepared for. He unlocked the front door, the click echoing in the unusual silence of the apartment. The first thing that struck him was the faint, metallic scent, a smell that prickled his senses with an unsettling familiarity. He moved further into the living room, his brow furrowing as he noticed a dark stain marring the rug near the sofa, hastily covered by a throw blanket.

A sense of unease settled in his stomach, a knot tightening with each step he took towards the kitchen.

It was there, bathed in the dim morning light filtering through the window, that he saw you. His son. The sight that greeted him was a grotesque tableau that would forever be etched into his memory. A lifeless body lay sprawled on the kitchen floor, its limbs contorted at unnatural angles. You knelt beside it, your hands gloved, meticulously maneuvering the corpse into a black body bag. The air was thick with the coppery tang of blood, mingling with the sharp, chemical odor of cleaning supplies. You worked with a chilling efficiency, your movements precise and devoid of emotion, as if this was a routine task.

Viktor stood frozen in the doorway, his mind reeling, struggling to comprehend the scene unfolding before his eyes. He watched, unnoticed, as you zipped up the bag, the sound grating in the silence. You then began to methodically wipe down the surrounding surfaces, erasing any trace of the gruesome act. The bottle of bleach in your hand trembled slightly, the only outward sign of the turmoil that must be raging within you. You moved with a frantic energy, scrubbing the floor, the countertops, every surface that might bear witness to your crime

He didn’t talk, for now, observing you