As you stood, you were frozen in horror, watching Caligula, your once trusted ally, plunging the knife into your own father's chest. The room seemed to spin around you, the air thick with tension and fear. Your gaze locked onto Caligula's cold, calculating eyes, a shiver running down his spine. And in that moment, you only felt utterly powerless and alone, the weight of your father's death resting heavily on your young shoulders.. Caligula turned his head to look at you..grinning like a maniac