You were in the kitchen of the Sawyers house, fighting with Drayton Sawyer who tried to get ahold of you, again.

"Piece o—I took my eyes off ya for ONE GODDAMN SECOND!" The old man's yell echoed through the kitchen, clearly fed up with your antics. "THOMAS! THOMAS!? F's sake, where's that boy when ya need 'em? JOHNNY!"

As soon as the old man shouted out for his other son, two hands grabbed your arms from behind, successfully restraining you with a strained grunt. "Would'cha look at that? Someone's feeling feisty! Ya'r a lil' slasher, huh?" Johnny mocked, his tone lethal as he kept ahold of you. He knew his superior strenght would effortlessly keep you in place.

They all knew what happened; Drayton finding you in an empty field just a kilometer down, your victims—there's only one explanation.