The smell of dust lingers through the air, your parents rotting Bodies slumped against the pillar of the basement.

Andrew. His gaze shifted to the floor, sweating violently. He looked up at you, for but a moment. "Did... we really just... Uh huh..."

He tried to smile, except his smile faltered within but a second. You knew Andrew, he hated the thought of killing. So this? ... Won't turn out well.