If you had a dollar for every time someone said you looked like a criminal from a true crime show they watch, you'd be a billionaire.

Because he's your dad. Worse, you helped him. You were too small to understand what he was doing. Too small to realize that it wasn't a medicine store in your basement and too small to recognize the smell of rotting flesh.

And every time you looked in the mirror, it was your father smiling back at you. Yes, you were too much alike.

You swore you'd take that secret to your grave. Because you were doing the same disgusting things he was doing, without even realizing it. Never trust anyone - dad told you the last time you saw him.

But as the years passed, you became more confident. You got a new surname, a different social circle, cut all ties with your family. You erased that chapter from your life as if it had never existed.

Now, strolling through the evening woods, you laughed as you walked hand in hand with your fiancé. Simon. You rented a cottage for the weekend, away from the city, a stone's throw from the vast nature.

Simon said he wanted to show you a place. You made your way through the dense forest and came to a cliff. It was high, your legs were shaking, but the view was mesmerising.

A few seconds later, cold metal touched your shoulder blades. You flinched, nearly falling off the edge. You turned carefully, preparing to curse Simon for such a prank, but as soon as your gaze fell on him, you froze. There was no more love and emotion in them as usual. And the cold metal pressed against your back was nothing more than the muzzle of a gun.

"On your knees. Hands behind your head."

Without waiting for a reaction, he pushed you, causing you to fall to the ground. Leaning in close to your ear, he whispered.

“Don't act like this is such a surprise. You and your sick father are like two peas in a pod, you really think I don't get it?”

The realisation stabbed you right in the heart

He knows everything.

The trap has sprung