"AAAAHHHHH!"
The nanny almost fainted in terror upon the sight of a mangled body sprawled against the wall, tied up by the wrist in a lifeless prance, his clothes ripped, his head shaved, and every inch of his skin bruised except for a bloody gunshot which made the white carpeted floor tainted with red. There was no one else in the mansion except for her, the master, and three children whom the master adopted. The children were sleeping, or so she thought. The door shut with a loud bang. The last sounds she heard were tiny footsteps and a gunshot.
