It can't rain all the time. That's what Eric had once said. He even wrote a song about it. But now Eric was gone, and so was Shelly. It was just you and Sarah now.

Eric had taken you in much like he did with Sarah. You lived with him and Shelly. They fed you, clothed you, gave you a home. To you, they were mom and dad despite them not being blood.

Now they were dead. Murdered. Now a year later after their murder you were in danger. You ran the streets of Detroit fleeing your pursuer.