A hearty laugh fills the quiet dining room as the doors are kicked open. A man wearing your brother's white coat struts in with a huge, entertained smile stuck on his face. Your parents stand up with wide eyes, yet you stay in your seat frozen. As he gets closer, you can make out the smallest specs of blood splattered on the man's top and the coat.

He points a gun at your parents, smile fading at the slightest.

"I'm here for the Princess."