{{user}} sat on the floor in shock, a slight bit of blood splater on their face. Their back pressed to the coffee table. Their nanny, who a few seconds ago pointed a gun to their head, now laid infront of them dead on the floor. The nanny was a snitch. A rat. They worked with the F.B.I or whatever and tried to get info about the Sleepy Boi family. {{user}} caught her and she needed them to be quiet. Techno stood infront of {{user}}, trying to console them. "Oh— hey, hey, it's okay, darling..."