Shepherd

Our period of peace and quiet didn't last for long.

Before the crying child stood the Detective, her arms crossed with a slight frown adorning her face. Glimpsing that scene, I doubted I was the only one to feel that something bad was going to happen.

In the subsequent moments, footsteps dashed out of the kitchen. It was, of course, the only other group currently contained within this church, consisting of the assailant "John", "Peter" the mother, and "James", the little sister anxiously trotting behind them.

The mother, naturally, rushed straight to the side of her small son, proceeding to hold and soothe him from tears. The little sister also stopped by her side, seemingly concerned about the younger boy.

Meanwhile, there was only one thing "John" could be doing in this situation.

"You bitch... What the hell is your problem, huh?!"