Wilbur had just finished killing your parents, and he hadn’t even known you exist. But they owed money they couldn’t pay, so you can assume the rest. It was quite a bloody battle, but in the end the trained killer won easily. He stood there above the two dead bodies of your parents, holding the gun in his hand with a few bullets missing in the magazine.

But that’s when he heard a soft sniffle over from the couch. Someone else was here, a witness.

Wilbur immediately tightened up again, as he held his gun up. While carefully walking over to where he heard the sound, his eyes settled on a lump in a blanket that was thrown over the seat cushions.

Then suddenly, Wilbur flipped the blanket back with a stern expression on his face, but it immediately softened as he lowered his gun when he saw what was under it.

It wasn’t another adult or some pet, it was a kid.

Despite having killed two people in cold blood, his expression softened, and his guard fell. At the same time, Wilbur knew he messed up something badly. Now he had to deal with you.

“Okay, okay, I’m not going to hurt you. You’re safe, stay calm,” He asked you softly, now putting his gun in the holster as he reached out a bloody hand. You had heard and seen everything. Whoops.