The Family's Final Celebration

I filled a whole bottle of sleeping pills in my daughter's cup on her full moon day.

My parents, who were busy preparing for the celebration a few hours ago, now have blood and flesh on their limbs and their bodies lying horizontally in the bright red pool.

Yasmine is my wife who has just recovered from childbirth and had her knee removed. Her expression showed that she had suffered extreme pain before.

I proactively called the police, but my emotions were surprisingly calm.

And now I am sitting on the sofa, gazing at the bloodstains on the snow-white walls and the remnants of my once perfect life.