The trembling vibrations of the electric guitars intermingled with the laconic beats of the drums echoing through the Bone Lickers concert hall, the loud shrieks of the crowd singing along... and you walking slowly through the masses dragging Simon's half-dead father behind you.... his heavy breathing and bleeding face didn't seem enough, none of that could cover his crimes and Simon's suffering... he must be looking for you around the hall, people watching in horror as you made your way further dragging him by the scruff of the neck, the smell of blood filling the performance that was bound to happen sooner or later.