You'll always be a Monster.

Samaira went to the bathroom and started cleaning herself . Kabir went down to the CCTV room and found the whereabouts of cameras and found there were four cameras and only one of them were focusing on the pool and others were focusing both entries and one camera in the backyard. Then he took off the pool's camera and put it in the drawer, and after that he started Packing the dead bodies , and wrapped them in the blankets and put them in the back of the car then he started cleaning the bloody clothes of his in the washing- machine ,With soda and detergent and start cleaning the bloody floor like a professional, and after that doing all that he start looking for the left over evidence and find some ,like her parent's thing that can indicate that they are here like there stuff and Cell Phones and after all that he changed back to normal clothes and then went to the Samaira's room. And she just came out from the bathroom, and she was sitting on the bed alone, her hair was still wet, and she noticed him entering the room.

" What are you gonna do to the girl? "

And he didn't answer the question and said.

" I'll see that later. Stay in your room. And if the police come, and ask questions about your parents, just say, they came for a day or two , and they left soon, don't change your statement and ask questions about your parents' whereabouts. Don't call for a lawyer, don't act like a professional, just act like a guy who doesn't know anything. You didn't know much about your family, they just came sometimes to check on you. You didn't have many cameras because the neighborhood is safe, and far from the city. And you didn't have that great of a relationship with them. I'm gonna take care of them, and we'll never gonna talk about this. And we will forget that this ever happened. It'll be good for us." He said standing still. And she kept her head low. And she didn't say anything. And he takes it as que to leave, and on his way out, he heard her crying again.

The air was heavy with anticipation as Kabir stood before the door to Samaira's home, his heart pounding in his chest as he braced himself for the encounter that awaited him. With a deep breath, he pushed open the door and stepped inside, the weight of his purpose pressing down upon him.

The silence that greeted him was deafening, a stark contrast to the chaos that had unfolded in this very space mere hours before. With each step, he ascended the stairs, his movements measured and deliberate as he navigated the familiar corridors.

Upon reaching the room, Kabir paused, his hand hovering over the doorknob as he hesitated, a sudden uncertainty gripping him. But with resolve hardening in his heart, he pushed open the door and stepped inside, his eyes scanning the room for any sign of life.

And there, beneath the bed, he found her: a fragile figure huddled in the shadows, her presence a haunting echo of the turmoil that had consumed their lives. With a heavy heart, Kabir approached her, his footsteps echoing in the silence as he sought to bridge the chasm of fear that separated them.

"Hey! Don't fear me," he reassured her, his voice a soothing balm in the darkness. "I'm Samir, your father's friend."

But she remained silent, her eyes wide with terror as she recoiled from his touch. Undeterred, Kabir persisted, his words a beacon of hope amidst the encroaching darkness.

"No, why would I harm you?" he insisted, his voice gentle yet firm. "I'm here to help you, to keep you safe."

As he spoke, he noticed her hands moving in the air, a silent language of fear and mistrust that spoke volumes. With a pang of empathy, Kabir realized she is mute, the scars of her past etched into the fabric of her being now.

"You'll kill me! I know that," she signed, her words a stark reminder of the demons that haunted her dreams.

But Kabir refused to be deterred, his resolve unwavering as he sought to earn her trust. With each gesture, each word, he chipped away at the walls she had erected around her heart, offering her a glimpse of the kindness and compassion that lay within.

And as she emerged from the shadows, her trembling form seeking solace in his embrace, Kabir felt a surge of emotion wash over him, a profound sense of responsibility for the fragile life he now held in his arms.

"Mommy, where is she?" she asked, her voice trembling with fear and uncertainty. "Where are they now?"

In that moment, Kabir knew that the road ahead would be fraught with challenges, but he also knew that he would do whatever it took to protect this innocent soul from the horrors that lurked in the shadows.

"Are you hungry?" he asked, his voice gentle yet firm as he sought to offer her some semblance of comfort amidst the chaos. And as she nodded in response, Kabir knew that their journey was far from over, but he also knew that together, they would find a way to weather the storm.

Kabir guided the young girl to a chair at the kitchen table, his movements gentle as he ensured her comfort. As he rummaged through the cupboards in search of sustenance, his eyes fell upon the telltale signs of violence etched into the very fabric of their sanctuary.

Bloodstains marred the pristine surfaces, a grim reminder of the horrors that had unfolded within these walls. With a heavy heart, Kabir set about erasing the evidence, his hands moving with a practiced efficiency born of necessity.

But his efforts to find food proved futile, the contents of the refrigerator spoiled and rotten, a testament to the passage of time and neglect. With a sigh, he closed the door, his mind racing with thoughts of how to provide for the young girl in his care.

"We might eat outside, can you wait a little?" he asked, his tone gentle yet firm. She nodded in understanding, her trust in him unwavering despite the uncertainty that loomed over them.

As Kabir made his way towards the CCTV room, the weight of his responsibilities pressing down upon him like a suffocating blanket. The room greeted him with the musty scent of neglect, its dusty surfaces a silent testament to the passage of time.

With a sense of unease gnawing at his gut, Kabir powered up the computer and accessed the CCTV footage, only to find it strangely empty. Frowning in confusion, he refreshed the screen, only to discover a file labeled "footage" that he hadn't seen before.

His instincts on high alert, Kabir deleted the file and installed a virus to ensure the destruction of any incriminating evidence. With a sense of grim satisfaction, he left the room, his mind already turning to the task of comforting the young girl waiting patiently in the kitchen.

When he returned, he found her standing before the refrigerator, her gaze fixed on its empty contents. With a pang of guilt, Kabir approached her, his heart heavy with the weight of his deception.

"Uncle, are you done with your job?" she asked in sign language, her eyes searching his for reassurance.

"Yes, almost," he replied, his voice gentle yet evasive. "But first, let's find something to eat."

And they both headed out from the house , not knowing that someone might be watching them behind the cameras.

And after some little driving he reached near of a ice cream parlour and when he saw her nose sniffing around he brought one ice cream for one cone and one ice stick and watch her eating it , and watching her eat ice cream make him smile a little and just for a brief amount of time , and after fixing all cameras he know what he have to do to make the job full clear ,but thought of killing a little girl make him question a little, and his mind's forces started racing again and he start losing his concentration and when he was losing it all a sound of a little girl make him snap back to reality, and for his surprise she knows he was so lost and when he asked how she just signed she scent it and he just ignore it.

And after a little bit more driving he rech to cliff in nowhere where he stopped his car.

And she hand-signed.

" Why did we come to the cliff? . "

" For fresh air " He replied hesitatingly.

" Why are we near the cliff? . " She asked again.

" Mom told me to never get close to a cliff, it's dangerous, it will swallow me. " She completed his sentence.

And he didn't reply to him and just instead he told her to come outside and feel the air.

And he managed to convince her , and move her closer to the cliff but he stopped when he came near to it and started questioning himself.

" What am I doing? " He thought. And his face showed a look that was a mixture of anger and fear which can not be visible for normal eyes. Outside he looked so calm and cold and inside he was burning, an unexplainable reaction. His mind was in turmoil.

" I can't. " He said. And start moving back to the cliff in a cold tone that was not missed by the girl and he tries to move away but to no avail, she tries to go away, bite him scratch him tries to move away but his grip was so tightened that she can't do a thing and when he was a bear inches away from the cliff he stops and looked directly to her eyes and he can she total horror and fear on her eyes, the same eyes that always haunted him, and she bagged him joint handed to leave her. And that didn't bother him and he just tossed her to the cliff.

And she can't even scream or cry; she just falls.

And after that he quietly moved to his car and without looking back and moved his car and opened the back of the car, and took out the three bodies, one by one, and placed them on the car sheets. And then he pushed the car off the cliff , after all it was Samaira's parents car. And after clearing all the mess he moved back to his house , on foot. And in the way he was quiet like a dump who can't talk , like the girl s

he just killed . And after pushing the car, he stayed there for a while, looking nowhere.

The journey back home felt like an eternity, each step a painful reminder of the weight of his actions. With bare feet and a heavy heart, Kabir trudged through the desolate streets, the chill of the night air biting at his skin like a relentless adversary. But he paid no heed to the discomfort, his mind consumed by the echoes of the past and the uncertainty of the future.

As he finally reached his doorstep, the oppressive silence of his surroundings enveloped him like a shroud, the darkness of his home a stark contrast to the chaos that had consumed his life mere hours before. With a heavy sigh, Kabir stepped inside, his movements mechanical and devoid of purpose.

Every corner of his home lay shrouded in darkness, the absence of light a haunting reminder of the emptiness that now permeated his existence. But Kabir paid no mind to the darkness, his thoughts consumed by the horrors he had witnessed and the guilt that weighed heavily upon his soul.

In the solitude of his bathroom, Kabir sought refuge from the storm raging within him, the cool water washing away the stains of blood and sin that clung to his skin. But even as he scrubbed away the physical remnants of his crimes, he found no solace in the silence that surrounded him.

The night stretched on, the hours ticking by in a haze of numbness and despair. But despite the darkness that threatened to consume him, Kabir found no respite in sleep. For how could he dream when his mind was plagued by the specter of his own guilt?

In the stillness of the night, Kabir lay alone in the darkness, his thoughts consumed by the weight of his sins. And as sleep finally claimed him, there were no dreams to offer him solace, only the cold embrace of oblivion. For in the depths of his despair, there was no escape from the darkness that now threatened to consume him whole.