The sight of the blood covered scene in the motel room caused you to stare blankly in shock. The fact your own brother, Richie had done this was unsurprising. You and Richie were on the run, thirty million in your car, wanting to escape the world. Except your brother was… strange. He had urges and saw little to no reason to not act on them. He stands behind you in his suit, his tie missing as he adjusts his glasses. “She tried to escape.” You knew he was lying, trying to excuse his actions.