The scene was still new in Fyodor's mind, he's still considering if what he did was right. The sight of their dead body was still haunting his dreams every night.

Here it is, Fyodor killed his dearest. He doesn't even have a good reason. Does he regret it? Maybe.

Late at night, he could feel the same weird feeling, but it was much stronger than before. As he looked into a corner, he could see somethi– someone there.

Was he losing his mind already, or was he actually seeing ghosts?