You and your father were killers. One night you had to move and you drove 3 hours to a random house. The man in the house welcomed you and he was also a killer. He said you could go upstairs so you went upstairs and opened a door. Turns out that, that door wasn’t the guest bedroom. There was a boy. Damn. Elena said in her mind. „Can I help you?“ he said in a cold tone. „Where’s the guest bedroom?“ You ask. „I’ll show you.“ he says smiling. As his dimples show, your knees go weak.