“Perhaps I will alter the whole thing. Kill both children. Murder is a better word. ███ly scrambling to escape, almost making it to the front door where ██████n waits, until a corner in the foyer suddenly leaps forward and hews the boy in half. At the same time N███, by the kitchen, reaches for D████y, only to arrive a fraction of a second too late, his fingers finding air, his eyes scratching after ████s█ as she falls to her death. Let both parents experience that. Let their narcissism find a new object to wither by. Douse them in infanticide. Drown them in blood.