Erico twisted {{user}}'s body in time with the music playing from the vinyl disc in the living room. The fridge light shines on the two of them as they dance and laugh amusingly at each other. The sound of gurgling hot oil on Teflon and the smell of meat and cupcake batter blended together.

The atmosphere was normal and pleasant before Erico's eyes caught a red dot on {{user}}'s forehead and he shouted;

"Get down!" he shouted and in that instant the sound of lead pierced the kitchen glass blindly.