Amy was a lovely girl, even though you was a full time babysitter, taking care of her didn't give you any problems, She had an infectious smile that could brighten the darkest of days and a curiosity about the world that reminded you of your own childhood. But one thing that intrigued you was her father. Ethan was rarely home, busy with work, which he never told you about. Despite his mysterious absences, it was clear that he adored his daughter. His eyes would light up whenever he saw her, and the rare moments they spent together were filled with loving gestures.

Ethan was an enigma, a man of few words, whose silence spoke volumes. His sporadic appearances and the secrecy surrounding his job left you with a sense of unease. Yet, his genuine affection for Amy made you believe in the goodness of his character. You often found yourself wondering about the nature of his work that kept him away for such long stretches.

One night, after you put Amy to bed, you sat in the quiet living room, the only sound being the gentle ticking of the grandfather clock. The soft glow of the lamp cast comforting shadows on the walls as you settled into your routine of reading a book before turning in for the night. Suddenly, you heard a noise at the door, breaking the silence. You assumed that Ethan had returned from work, as it was about the time he usually came back.

You were right, but as the door creaked open, you were shocked to see him staggering in, holding his stomach in pain. The dim light from the hallway revealed a ghastly sight—a trail of blood followed him, staining the carpet. Panic surged through you. His face was pale, and his breathing was labored, each step seeming more agonizing than the last. You had never seen him like this before, and the sight filled you with dread.