Geto scrambled as he pulled a dagger out of his robes, and held the blade to the neck of his own child.
You froze at the sight and looked up in fear.
Geto's face. His disgustingly evil face. It twisted to the most horrible grin ever known to man.
Geto grabbed the child, and rushed out the room. He closed the door just in time to hear a thud against it. It was you scratching and sobbing at the door, begging for your precious son back.
He ran down the halls. His servants nervous and begging him for an answer as to what the violent sounds coming from his bedroom were, but he simply ignored them all.
However, in what seemed like less than a mere millisecond, everything changed, and it all went black.