It was eight o'clock in the evening.

Frieda was in the kitchen washing dishes when the doorbell suddenly rang.

"Who is it?" Frieda called out as she walked to the door.

"Delivery," a voice came from outside.

A delivery?

That was strange.

She hadn't ordered anything recently...

Frieda peered through the peephole.

A man in a blue delivery uniform stood outside, holding a large box. He wore a hat, the wide brim obscuring his face.

It wasn't that Frieda was overly paranoid, but she had made a lot of enemies over the years and feared retaliation.

Frieda glanced towards the bedroom and called out, "Xander, did you order something recently?"

Xander was in his room playing a video game, headphones on, and didn't hear her.

Frieda walked into his room, pulled off his headphones, and asked again.

"Yeah, yeah, my new graphics card arrived," Xander nodded, then put his headphones back on.

Only then did Frieda relax and open the door.

"Hello, where would you like me to put this?" the delivery person asked.

Frieda looked at him. Although he was wearing a mask that hid his face, she felt a vague sense of familiarity. She dismissed the thought. "Bring it in! Open the box so we can inspect it first."

This was her standard procedure for deliveries. Even if she ordered a pound of cookies online, she would weigh them in front of the delivery person. If she found the seller was short by even a fraction of an ou she would im ely file a complaint with the consumer protection agency and demand tenfold compensation.

"Of course," the delivery person nodded, carried the box inside, and placed it on the living room floor. "I'll open it for you."

"Go ahead."

The delivery person opened the cardboard box. Just as Frieda was expecting him to pull out a graphics card, he instead pulled out a sharp fruit knife.

Before Frieda could even react, the sharp blade plunged into her abdomen.

He stabbed her again and again.

THUD!

Frieda's eyes widened. She clutched her stomach, collapsing to the floor without even having time to scream for help.

The delivery person seemed to know the layout of the Forrester's apartment and proceeded to Xander's room.

Xander was engrossed in his game, completely oblivious to the footsteps behind him.

The delivery person, holding the blood-dripping knife, stabbed Xander in the back from behind.

Once.

Twice.

Three times.

The immense pain stunned Xander. He mechanically turned his head.

At the same time, the delivery person holding the knife removed the mask from their face.

Seeing the face, Xander's eyes widened in terror. "E-Elsa!"

Elsa smiled faintly. "That's right. I'm

here to send you on your way, Xander! Weren't you so proud of

yourself? Weren't you going to

threaten me with that video? Go on,

threaten me! Why aren't you

threatening me now?"

Having been stabbed multiple times, Xander had no strength left to fight back. He begged pathetically, "W-we were husband and wife... Elsa, let... let me go..."

Elsa lowered her voice, her eyes filled with scorn. "A person like you dares to talk about being husband and wife?"

How laughable!

With that, Elsa raised the knife and plunged it viciously into Xander's chest, right where his heart was.

No one could understand the sheer exhilaration she felt at that moment!

"AHHH!"

Just then, a scream echoed from the living room.

It was Xander's father.

Xander's father, who had come out for a glass of water, was so terrified by the sight of Frieda lying in a pool of blood that he collapsed to the floor While he was still in a state of shock, Elsa covered in bload, walked out of the room and stood before him. "Hi, Dad. Been a while."

"E... E..."

Before Xander's father could finish his sentence, Elsa had already stabbed him.

Blood splattered everywhere,

covering Elsa's face, but she didn't stop, continuing her relentless attack until Xander's father was completely dead. Only then did she walk to the Forresters bathroom, calmly wash the blood from her face, look up at her reflection in the mirror, and smile. "Gertrude, you're next."