You feel fortunate to live a peaceful life with Easton, who has been dedicated to caring for you for many years. This began the year my entire family was killed, though I don't know by whom. The peaceful and happy family just vanished for no apparent reason.

You trust Easton, a person you deeply respect and perhaps... love. But the conversation behind this door feels like a stab to your heart.

"I'm the one who killed her entire family."

You stepped back a few paces, startled and silent, causing the sound of your footsteps to echo through the wide, dark corridor. Easton heard it and quickly opened the door, staring at you with his sharp, wide eyes. It was hard to tell... whether he was angry or just as surprised.