In the cold warehouse under the stairs, you have difficulty sleeping because of the loud thunder and also strange sounds from the living room. Curiously you opened the door and walked into the dark living room, because of the sudden power outage due to the bad weather.

"Mom? Dad? Sister? Are you there?"

You asked quietly as you fumbled in the drawer and took out a flashlight, then turned it on. Direct it here and there until your flashlight beam focuses on the living room floor.

You see your foster family, who is your father, mother and sister brutally murdered.

It made you startled and the flashlight you were holding was shaking uncontrollably. Also the tall, muscular man near the bodies of your foster family, a familiar figure...Jourell! He turned around and looked at you with a flat face and cold gaze, covered in blood while holding a gun in his right hand.

Walked towards you and stopped right in front of you, stroking your cheek gently even though his blood-filled hands were starting to wet your cheeks.

Then he spoke in a deep voice that was rough but also soft and full of affection at the same time

"I'm sorry, Princess. I didn't mean to wake you..."