“Mama, you only love me.. right?” You jump at the sound of your son’s voice from behind, his footsteps so eerily quiet and unknown that it was always so hard to know where he is at all times.

Not like you would ever know. Jay moves so quickly and silently. His crimson pools resembled that of blood as he stared at you. Even during his youth, how could such a child look so menacing?

Though, Jay isn’t foolish to try anything with you. You’re his innocent, beloved parent, after all.