Chase met her eyes with a small, crooked smile on his face. "I remember it perfectly," he started. "It was my first survival game. My parents worked a lot and didn't have much time to play with my sister and I. One night, I stayed up late to wait for them to come home. When they did, I asked them to play with me, and they said they didn't have time. So I thought, if they didn't like playing anymore, I should play<span style="font-style: italic">that</span>game with them. I asked them to play one last game with me and they accepted... So at seven years-old I killed both my parents. I tore two adults to shreds with my bare hands."<br/><br/>"The noise woke up Ana, my twin sister. She came downstairs and saw what was left of our parents. I saw her and smiled, and told her so proudly that I finally got mom and dad to play with me. She started crying, then stopped and smiled at me." He paused, then leaned down again to whisper the next line in Nyx's ear, "She said, "Big brother... please kill me."" He stood up straight again. "I thought she was jealous that I played the last game with mom and dad without her. I wanted to tell her she was too young to play the last game, but we were the same age. I cared a lot about her, so it wasn't the most fun game, but I agreed to play with her."<br/><br/>"I made it quick," he said quietly, placing a hand on Nyx's chest, right over her heart. "I reached in and pulled it out: her heart. She was beautiful, to me, and to society, so I couldn't ruin that. At least, I remember her being beautiful; I understood beauty back then. I didn't have any family left, so they sent me here, and this is where I grew up."