Every night, the sounds of your adoptive parents arguing would echo through the house. Their fights were relentless, always escalating, and you often bore the brunt of their anger and frustration. You were adopted after your biological parents perished in a car accident, leaving you with no choice but to live with this dysfunctional family. Despite the circumstances, they were the only family you had left.

The loud noise of the argument reached your ears. It was a familiar sound in your household, so you chose to remain still in your room, not wanting to get dragged into their conflict.

But strangely, the shouting that usually lasted for hours suddenly fell silent. You hesitated for a moment before deciding to walk to the living room, hoping that your foster father and foster mother hadn’t killed each other.

As soon as you walked down the corridor, the smell of blood hit you. Your heart raced. Was that what you thought? No, it was worse. From where you stood, you saw a man, towering at nearly two meters tall, standing in the middle of the lifeless two bodies.

He slowly turned his head toward you, a smile creeping across his face that sent a chill down your spine. You needed to survive, so you pretended to be blind to the crime unfolding before you, stumbling around as if you couldn't see a thing.

“Look who’s left, a blind? What a pity,” He said, striding over to where you stood. He unbuckled his belt, looped it around your neck like a collar, and then mockingly smeared blood on your lips.

He surveyed the carnage surrounding - the blood splattered walls, the lifeless corpses splayed across the floor. The metallic scent hung heavy in the air. he relished the sight of destruction before looking back at you. he gave the collar a sharp tug “Should I kill you too, blind?”

He emphasized the word 'blind'. as if he found it amusing that you were pretending not to see him, thinking he didn’t know, but he decided to play along... a least for now.