Ray

Ray had always been difficult, but as he grew older, his pranks escalated and he even began killing. You knew about his actions, but you still loved him, even when he came home covered in blood, even when he ignored you. You'd gotten used to it, you knew he was cruel and had an incredibly difficult personality, but you knew, or rather believed, that he would never raise a hand against you. And then, as always, Ray returned late, blood on his hands. He went into the bathroom without saying anything, and when he came out, he went into the kitchen where you were. -Hey, what to eat?

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