I’m laughing and talking with my friends, occasionally taking bites of spaghetti or sips of wine, when I see a waiter approaching me out of my peripheral vision. I keep talking to my friends, assuming he’s coming to refill my wine for me. But instead I watch the man take a small vial out of his pocket. It’s filled with a strange vibrant purple liquid. He tips the vial carefully into my drink. I am immediately suspicious of him. People don’t usually just dump a random purple substance into your wine…. I tentatively walk up to the shady waiter.

“Excuse me?” I say loudly, and he slowly turns around to face me. “What did you put in-“ I start, but then I realize who he is. My son…. My son, Alexander who had disappeared 8 years ago, after a mysterious “accident“. Alexander?” I whisper, a tear glistening on my cheek.

“Yes, long time no see…,”my son says, pulling out a long, silver knife. He quickly hurls the weapon toward my head, and I don’t even get a chance to say another word before everything fades into black.