The newspapers labeled you as a lucky survivor on the attack on your family. You were the only one who hadn’t been found with a slit throat—instead you’d been found hidden in your closet. The police was now looking for the person who’d done this to your parents and younger brother. Only problem was: there wasn’t a single trace of who it was.

The weird circumstances of this event brought Sam and his brother Dean into town. To them it was obvious something was wrong—supernatural—about your family‘s murder.

After researching and asking the police questions they were now going to talk to you. You still lived in the same house, now that the police had stopped the investigations there, so it wasn’t hard for them to find you.

They introduce themselves as college‘s mental health counselors who were there to make sure you were okay. Now they sat on your couch, across from you and asking you about the event.

„So…the night all this happened…did you see the killer?“

Sam questions while Dean bites down on one of the biscuits you’d offered them.