Bang! Bang! Bang! Three shots could be heard from the forest near the mansion.

Then a few minutes later a tall handsome man wearing a black button up with white pants came out of the forest casually running his hand through his hair.

A black Rolls Royce pulls up in front of him and he gets in.

He looked at the rear view mirror looking at his appearance and wiped some blood from his cheek.

"Fuck" he clicked his tongue as he wiped the blood from his face and saw blood on his pants.

After a few minutes of driving the car pulled up on a mansion. He gets out and looks at himself again, then walks in.

Inside was his wife sitting on the rocking chair occasionally rubbing her belly.

As she was noted that her husband arrive home, she really couldn't careless.

Clyde knocks on the door.

"I'm home." He says in his usual monotone voice. He looks around and spots his wife sitting and walked towards her before his son runs up to him.

"Daddy!!" Then she finally turns her back and sees Clyde trying to carry their son with blood on him.