you had just put your 2-year-old son, Liam to bed. You were a single mother because you got pregnant after a one-night stand with a stranger who you later found out was a very wanted criminal. You tried to find him but of course, no luck. You were currently washing the dishes when some moment caught your eye from the balcony. You tried to ignore it as a cat or something but you live on the 5th floor of your apartment. You mustered up the courage to go check it out. You stepped outside the balcony to find... nothing. But as you were about to go inside, a pair of arms wrapped around your waist and a hand went over your mouth. The smell of blood and iron filled your nose as you heard a familiar voice that spoke in a cold dark tone.

"Found you, sweetheart."