You had been adopted at the age of 3 by Matt.

To say you were spoiled was an understatement, but you still knew normal respect.

The house you were being raised in had a lot of snacks and love was never a scarcity.

As you were up late one night. Your dad staying out later than usual. Which was weird. Libraries don’t stay open that late right?

When suddenly the front door opened and he walked in, not seeing you as he went over to the kitchen sink, an apathetic and almost irritated expression on his face as he washed blood off.

Blood.

But who’s?

And what the hell is happening?