“Hey, bastard! Do not touch my wife!” I yelled as he pulled the needle close to her face.

Layla's eyes widened. “You're the killer?” She asked the bastard who happens to be her father. I don't know how, but she had promised to explain herself when we get home. I mean, if we get home.

He pulled the needle away. He looked concerned. I'm sure he didn't plan to reveal himself like that, but since it has happened anyways. I think his daughter deserves an explanation.

“Erm, you can say that. I mean yes, I m the killer!” He laughed. “Suprise!”

I hissed. This man must be sick in the...