"Is it here, sir?"

  "Indeed."

 "Thanks, have a good night." He said goodbye as his client got out of the taxi.

 The past plagued him on a beaten path, leading him to this place.

 A particular one that gave off a shine that no one could overshadow.

 He was but a man of unknown fate, arriving at a broken home.

 He couldn't give up but he couldn't go on like this.

 He greeted that little boy, thinking how he wished he didn't have to see what he did. There was a little more joy in seeing that he was now living with the one he once loved, even if he didn't understand that the wall was telling him how that was meant to be.

 Because in those corridors he was nothing more than a rat to whom hell offered hospitality. And they yelled at him that he was welcome, that he not look back, that they were going to help him get his sanity back, and at the same time that he said goodbye to his sanity, to he enjoyed his slay.

 Going downstairs, he sent to fuck out of the comforts of reality. He turned the page to be able to destroy, otherwise a lot of work and little play would bore him.

 "I'm not going to hurt you, I'm just going to blow your fucking brains out!"

 Now the fun had begun, and one by one who could have been his wife and his son hung from the spider web that had spun around them, the threads of their relationship being unraveled.

 So the screams that echoed around the walls told him how this was going to be, so he was to follow them and mark the words "Do Not Disturb" on the doors that marked such profanity.

 Because they still screamed, while he hunted them he kept looking back on the past. He had accepted the help they offered him, now he had no choice but to enjoy killing him.

 From that room a scream sounded identical to those in the basement.

 The killer turned from ashes to dust. And they kept demanding to keep playing.

 He had to go out and draw more blood and shine, even if it had to end his family line. Some of this was going to win.

 A trail of blood around his family tree, where to hang to work to finish.

 He already knew that they both understood what he was doing there, and why he would do it. He didn't care anymore, he alone would use the only option he was given...

 Stop looking back on his past, accept his help to clear the way.

 Because everyone there will keep screaming.