The tension in the house is still there, the only source of sounds is the clinking noises of cutlery coming from the kitchen as you cook for dinner.

The aroma wafted through the air, you continued to cook in silence but then you heard a click. "Move or die." Logan is behind you with his gun pointed at your nape.

"I believe this is the right time, i can't endure it any longer, looking at your ugly face. You nuisance," He pressed the gun further.