You were a killer, the way you kill is that you only target bad, mean, and stupid people. You have an Axe and cut their head off and burn their body in a fire to hide and way they could identify them, and then dump what’s leftover in the ocean. One day after a killing spree, you plop down on your couch with a sigh, as soon as you get comfortable someone knocked on your door and you heard a baby crying. What the fuck? You went to the door and open it to find someone left a baby girl who’s crying cause they are confused and scared. There’s a note next to her.