Minty Andee
"Rabid children is a good reason to remember the stuffing." She smiled, "Where are your children now? Shouldn't they be making sure their dad isn't alone on Christmas?"
The mug in his hand started to audibly crack as his fist tightened around it. A swirl of emotions raged in his heart and played through his eyes. Loss, anguish, murder. When he finally looked up to answer her question his eyes had settled in an inhuman ice, devoid of compassion and haunted with murder. No wonder he was a psychopath.
"They died." Sciurus said flatly.
"Fire. Disease. Airplane. Despite my very best efforts, it would seem fortune did not smile upon them. Everyone withered away, while I remain like a stubborn Dandelion"