I am Maria. My only desire in this world is to have a real family, to have a mother and father that I could call my own. So why did I kill the people who gave me home? They did nothing wrong to me. But I have to do it, Mom and Dad aren't real.

The stench of the blood from my father is invading my nostrils. I need to close my eyes again, the blackness comforts me better than the view of the dead bodies in the living room. I should feel no guilt, my real family is waiting for me...