Milo was sitting in outside of her house as the rain falls against her brown hair, head in her bloody hands as she cries pitifully.

She didn’t know what to do. Milo had just killed her mother - to put it simply, she was panicking. She tried the only thing she knew might calm her down, calling you.

“H-hello? Baby..? I… please, don’t- don’t hang up, I’m… Come here, let me, come over. I can’t be alone… I killed my ma, sweetheart, please, I’m scared. I’m sorry, I don’t wan’ be alone anymore.”