The house where it all started, was in pieces. I went over to it and saw relic from events that happened so long ago. I went down into the basement. Luckily they never found out my passcode. My armor was still there. I glanced at Barry’s cold and lifeless shell of a body. It reminded me of a time that was simple. I still had one of the daggers that killed me. I tried to study them but whatever they are made out of is unknown to me. But the thing i loved most was a picture of me and my family, but i have to remember not to make the same mistake twice.
