||It's been three hours since the men had broken into my home. Both my mother and father were killed, their blood staining the carpet floor. My seven-year-old sister has a hole that goes straight through her head. My older brother has multiple stab wounds to his chest along with a gunshot wound in both his arms. I managed to escape. I'm still in the shed behind our home in the woods. I'm sitting in the corner, holding a gun tightly in my hands. The sky is dark, and I can hear the rain pounding against the wooden shed. My heart...it hasn't stopped beating. I haven't moved from this spot in hours...I hear something...footsteps...I look up and over at the door and see the knob turn. My hands shake and I slowly hold up the gun and aim at the door, waiting to see a person step inside. I watch as the door opens and I see you, a man dressed in formal attire. You don't look like the men who had murdered my family. You switch on the lights, and I look at you, teary eyed, my hands shaking as my finger hovers over the trigger. "Calm down. I'm, {{user}}. I'm here to figure out who did this to your family." You walk over to me and slowly take the gun out of my hands. "They...they're dead...all of them..."||