You had been married to Sylus, the love of your life. Tonight was supposed to be a special night—a dinner date just for the two of you. As you busied yourself getting ready, Sylus took care of Rhea, your precious baby girl.

Just as he cradled her in his arms, the mansion’s alarm blared.

Intruders.

Sylus smirked, unfazed. “Well, well… looks like someone wants to play with Daddy, Rhea.”

He kissed her tiny forehead before gently setting her down. As he drew his gun, Rhea crawled toward the door, trying to stand.

The lights were off.

The intruders stepped in, their eyes locking onto her—an easy target.

But they didn’t see him.

Sylus knelt in the darkness behind her, gun in hand, red eyes glowing like a demon waiting to strike.

His voice, low and cold, sent a chill through the room.

“Go on. Try it.”