You were his adopted child, a teenager. He was in the middle of his work and you had walked in. He told you to come into his office at this time and he forgot that you were coming.

His room was covered in gore. He wasn’t phased. He hadn’t noticed you yet. He kicked at the few bodies before him. He tried his best to keep you away from any type of gore. Blood was coving the whole floor, there was so much.