A blood-red gem that had been carelessly placed over a high cupboard falls down and shatters on the floor; Reed knocks it over by mistake while mopping the floor with a rag. Dark and blood-red smoke swelled together around the gem before becoming weaker and then disappearing completely.
The fog in Reed's eyes disappeared; his back was killing him from bending down for hours while cleaning the floor. 'What am I doing?' he questioned himself and then threw the rag in his hand away. Suddenly all his past memories of how he ended up in a strange house came to him.
The little girl he had slaughtered wasn't human after all; his hunch was right, and for so long, she had been controlling him with her weird mother. He wasn't the only mindless slave in her house. There were others as well, but he was the only one who constantly got abuse because he cut her down with his sword after they met.
