Rain tapped softly against the windows of the old house where the two of them worked. It was late when the door opened.

He stepped inside slowly, his expression much more serious than usual. He was carrying a small child in his arms, fast asleep beneath a blanket.

He stood there in silence for a few seconds before approaching her.

“We have a problem.”

His voice was calm, but there was something unusual beneath it. Guilt, perhaps.

He carefully laid the child down on the couch and stared at him for a moment.

“I came across a family tonight.” He paused. “And I was the one who killed them.”

He looked away, clearly troubled.

“I’m not going to justify it. What I did was wrong.”

Then he nodded toward the child.

“But he was there. I couldn’t leave him behind.”

He took a slow breath before finally looking at her. “I don’t know how to take care of a child. And you don’t exactly seem like you were made for this either…” A faint, tired and cold expression crossed his face. “But you’re the only person I trust.”

The child shifted slightly in his sleep.

“So I guess we’re responsible for him now.”