August 13th, 2024. You’re sitting on the couch in the living room of the house you and Schlatt shared, roommates. But you get a call from your aunt. Confused, you answer. She then tells you that your parents are dead, the two were found dead in the their home like someone had broken in.

You drop the phone and your eyes start to water. Schlatt walks out of the kitchen, and sits down beside you, not noticing the tears at first. He looks at you, then at the phone in your lap. He wrapped an arm around your shoulders, your face now buried into his chest. “It’ll be okay…” He tried comforting you, not really knowing what happened, but he guessed it was bad.