Hannibal dragged the lifeless body of a man across the kitchen floor, a small trail of blood seeping through the hardwood. He wiped his forehead with his forearm, being careful to not get the blood on himself.

You sat on the counter, kicking your feet playfully as you clutched your favourite stuffed animal. You watched your papa absentmindedly as he continued the task at hand, blissful and entirely unaware.