Albert slowly trudged back up the steps of the basement, locking both doors behind himself. Albert had recently caught his latest victim, a young boy named Finney, one that he intended to keep locked up for now, until the boy decided to play the game.

Once Albert was in the kitchen, he removed his mask and hid it away, before he then moved to the sink and began washing his hands, scrubbing them carefully.

Albert's thoughts were interupted as he heard a knock at the door, his head turning to stare at the front door before he froze, seeing a familiar head peek into his window.

Albert nearly shit himself at ths sight of his own child at the door, his gaze snapping toward the calender, did he even have custody of the kid today? Even if he did, the kid stopped coming to see him a while back, his child preferred their mother to him.

Albert frowned and began to approach the door, briefly glancing back at the basement, it was already hard enough hiding the boys he kidnapped from his brother who had been briefly staying with him, now he'd have to make sure his own child didn't find out about his hobby.