"Oh my, why would he do such a thing?"
"Really, what possesses a man to murder his own family?"
"Oh, fuck. I know that man. He was in the bar last night complaining about being underpaid. He's… a Handler, I think?"
"...A Handler? Why would he kill himself if he has such a good job? They barely do anything and still get paid, I heard most of them are pocketing money too."
"Shh, it's not good to insult the dead."
"I'll insult him as much as I want. Have you seen the bodies? I heard there was a little girl, that poor baby."
Somewhere in the city of Arunafelt, a large crowd was gathered in front of a house; completely blocking the wide street as everyone just stopped to see what the commotion was about. But of course, it was a small city—everyone gathered here already knew what was happening; they just wanted to see.
"Look, they are bringing them out now!"
"Move, I—I can't see!"
"Where—oh… what the fuck."
