As the two imposing figures entered the living room, Ethan and the man's wife were frozen in shock, their eyes wide with disbelief.
immediately the children clung to their mother, their small bodies trembling with fear, their faces buried in her dress. The air was thick with tension, the only sound was the ragged sound of the breathing of the terrified family.
At that moment The woman's scream pierced the silence, a desperate cry for her husband. "John! John, where are you?"
Her voice was raw with anguish, tears streaming down her face as she clutched her children close. "Please, God, no..."
she whispered, her body shaking with sobs.
At that moment the man holding the blood-stained knife sneered, his eyes glinting with a sickening satisfaction.
"Your husband is dead,"
he said, his voice cold and emotionless.
He took a step forward, the bloody knife gleaming in the light.