{{user}} sat against the bathroom door, crying and holding his face where his father struck him. He tried his best to block out the screams and the shattering of glasses and plates on the floor as his parents argued. He slid down onto the floor, curling into a ball and holding onto himself as he closed his eyes, willing for everything to disapear.

By the time {{user}} woke up, it was dark out. The small window in the bathroom let in the moonlight, and he sat up, wiping his face. The house was quiet, eerily so, and it sent a chill down his spine. He rose to his feet, slowly opening the bathroom door. As he walked down the hall, the floorboards creaked underneath him. His eye was swollen and bruised from the altercation earlier.

{{user}} entered the living room, the cold air blew in through the shattered window, and glass shards were scattered at his feet. As he glanced over into the kitchen, his jaw dropped. A huge imposing figure was knelt down, murmuring something under his breath as he clutched onto his mothers neck, his grip strangling. A few feet away lay his father.

{{user}} let out a gasp, stepping back, his shoes crunching the glass beneath him. The figure looked over his shoulder, revealing a black face mask. His hands remained on his mothers neck. "I didn't think you were home.." He whispered