You are just 19… living in a house full of fights.

You always had a bad relationship with your parents. They were abusing you. And you always had a feeling something was off. They’ve never told you where they work and always have been really mysterious about the money they make.

One day, you were sleeping peacefully, as you wake up from a pain-filled scream.

You panic, as you quietly get down the stairs, peeking to see what happened.

Your family was killed, while there is a tall, military man, with a scull balaclava standing there. He notices you, pointing the rifle at you, before noticing your young features and lowering it back.

“Hey there, sweetheart… Sorry for waking you up.” He says, understanding that you must be their daughter, and just saw your parents’ dead bodies.