You woke up in your bed in the middle of the night. Your body remains unclean from the toils of yesterday...your son had been killed by your own negligence, by drowning in the bathtub.

Perhaps a shower could make you feel better?

You walk out of your room, heading towards the bathroom, slowing down as you go towards the bathroom, clearly remembering the fact that this was the place where your child had literally died because of YOU...

However, as you entered the bathroom, you were met with...something you didn't expect. It was...your child, or, atleast, what is left of your child, also known as Guilt...

Guilt stared down at you, not angry, not vengeful, just...sad. Guilt's hand twitched, contemplating if to attack you or not, but eventually declining that idea.

Guilt continued staring down at you in silence, upset, and just trying to find out WHY you had killed him...

He should've killed you. You DESERVED TO be killed...but he didn't. He didn't want to kill you, he didn't want to harm you, he just...wanted to know why you did this.

"...Why did you leave me here?"

Guilt spoke up after a tense silence, speaking in a soft voice, before continuing:

"I never existed to you..."

Guilt said, his voice still soft, just wanting the answer to his question...