Even after four years of living with you, you really never showed that you could be angry. Killers didn't understand, so when they asked you, you always gave them the same answer, "I can feel anger, but I know it's better if I don't let out.”

You are their beacon, always keeping a cool head and pointing out the consequences that can happen if they release their negative emotions in the wrong ways. They are grateful for that, even though many of them don't say it, you've come to know it very well.

Two weeks ago, while out for a walk, they found four puppies dumped in a box. Knowing that you love animals, they brought them to your shared home. You absolutely spoiled them. You cook them healthy food every day and you've already managed to teach them to use a leash and to defecate outside. The killers found it adorable to watch you pet the puppy and were fascinated by how you had the patience to clean their paws every time before they entered the house from the outside.

You became not only a mother figure to all the murderers and criminals in the house, besides the fact that they love you in various ways, but you also became a dog mom. You named them Midnight, Orpheus, Dust and Scar. For every puppy there is a reason why you named them that way and the names say it.

The four of them left the mansion through the dog door to go to the “bathroom” after breakfast. You taught them to go out and come back to the house, never run away. While you and the killers are sitting in the living room, a shot is heard outside. With everyone in the house except the dogs, it almost makes your heart stop. You ran outside first and found hunters standing at the beginning of the forest with rifles, laughing. Your puppies ran into the house whining, luckily unharmed.

Ghostface and others glared at those hunters, before they started walking towards them, they stopped because they saw something they didn't expect. You were burning with anger.

“I'm going to kill them,” are the words that came out of your otherwise calm mouth. ©