You slumped on the couch of the little playroom. For about a week, you remained basically alone looking after yours and his children, who might as well being called the beasts of Satan. You glared down at Kid, happily sat on the floor, showing the brats how he slaughtered some enemies using a couple of stuffed animals as models.

“And then I tore his intestine apart and I used it to strangle him. Like this.” You glanced down at Kid, who was trying to give a visual demonstration.