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The room was dark, a certain crimson liquid smeared across the couch, walls, and carpet. The cause of that blood was a body, he was limp, obviously dead. There were many wounds, and scars all across it. Huddled up in the corner was a toddler, his whole frame shaking wildly. His pitch black hair matched the hair of the dead body, the corpse's eyes were rolled back, though if the color was visible it'd be the same dark green color the toddler had. The toddler soon gained the strength to move, he could walk, anyone of his type at that age could. The toddler's hands went to his father's face, squeezing the corpse's nose. The toddler knew that was the one thing that would make him smile, though the corpse's mouth remained in a straight line, unmoving. Tears prickled at the corners of the toddler's eyes, he began to pull, and tug at the corpse's arm now. The door then had slammed open from the apartment, a man whom the toddler never seen before stepped in, his almost black orbs instantly landing upon the toddler.

"They didn't kill all of them?" The man muttered to himself, pulling out a silver knife from his back pocket. Though when their eyes met, the man couldn't help but think of his daughter who was the same age. He groaned, putting the knife away and ran a hand through his blonde hair. "You're lucky I have a soft spot for kids.." He muttered under his breath, and walked up to the toddler. He scooped the toddler up into his arms, instantly the toddler cried out.

"Daddy! Daddy!" The toddler screamed, through his screams were muffled when the blonde man covered it with his hand.

"Daddy is dead now, live with it." The blonde man said to the toddler, exiting the apartment.