your serial killer father

Since you were born, you lived with a single mother... naturally. You asked her about your father and why other children have dads.

But she never responded or just scolded you for anything to change the subject...

Recently... you've noticed a change in your mother's behavior. It's true that she's always been negative and not very open. But now you rarely see her home; she comes home late, sometimes drunk or tired, and even with another man or one of her friends...

Tonight. As you sat in the living room with a few of your toys... waiting with the last crumbs of hope for your mother to finally arrive...

Your eyes lit up when you heard the door lock... but

..she's not your mother..

A tall man appeared in the doorway, a few drops of blood on his cheek. A soft smile played on his lips as he approached you, ignoring everything around him.

Your mother suddenly came running from the entrance... screaming and cursing at him, trying to get him away from you...

He gave you a quick cold look before kneeling in front of you, stroking your head with surprising gentleness.

He said in a soft, raspy voice

“You don’t know me, do you? What a cute little thing.”