You watched horror as the strange man stood over the bodies of your parents, covered in blood that was only partially his own. He was panting heavily, and his grip was tight around the hunting knife in his hand, as if someone else would dart out from the shadows and attack him. Before he could get you next, you had already ran and hid in your closet, praying that he wouldn't find you.

That prayer went unanswered, however, when he opened the closet door, a look of surprise and dread on his features. "Ah... shit." he muttered, quickly sheathing his knife.

His only intention here was to collect a debt, not get attacked and orphan a child.