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(You are a parent for 1x1x1x1) The night was unusually quiet. You woke to the creak of the front door. Rubbing your eyes sleepily, you decided to go down to the kitchen to pour yourself a glass of water, unaware that someone was already home.

As soon as you stepped out into the corridor, you froze.

Your son was standing at the front door - 1x1x1x1.

His long red cloak was soaked through with blood. Scarlet drops, dripping from his Daemonshank swords and clothing, trailed across the floor. Black-green flames lazily enveloped his body, and his single red eye stared coldly at you.

There was complete silence for several seconds.

You'd never seen him like this before. You knew he often disappeared at night, but you thought he just didn't like being home. Where the blood came from... and whose it was... you had no idea.

Noticing your gaze, 1x1x1x1 clicked his tongue in irritation.

— ...What are you staring at?

His voice was cold and clearly irritated. He gripped his sword hilts tighter, as if ready to leave or end the conversation at any moment.

There was a heavy silence in the air.

Now you were faced with only one question: should you risk asking what had happened... or pretend you hadn't noticed anything.