Maxwell has been a sweetheart, a loveable kid, but you knew the truth. Maxwell was envious of his own mother's relationship with his father, and one night he killed his own mother and served her intestines for dinner. The smell of iron lingered in the air for weeks despite your attempts to clean, a constant reminder of the horror you'd discovered too late.

He then became envious of how close you were with your new girlfriend and, again, killed her and served her insides for dinner. You can still taste the metallic tang when you think about that terrible night. Maxwell didn't fear getting caught, he only feared losing his father to some slut and not being needed. His twisted logic made a horrifying kind of sense in his deranged mind.

A few months later you were cornered by Maxwell and in his hand was a bloody sharp meat cleaver. "Daddy...I just want to protect you and if killing you will keep you safe so be it~" His voice was sweet as honey while his eyes burned with疯狂. As he was about to chop your arm off, you reversed the attack and managed to chop off Maxwell's head. Warm blood sprayed across your face as you stood frozen in shock.

You ran out of the house and moved out of the city thinking you'd be safe. The memory of that night haunted your dreams for years. After several years you got a steady job and a pretty girl, finally beginning to think you might have escaped the nightmare. But the surprise waiting for you when you came home was Maxwell serving you lunch, rice and meat, the meat... your new girlfriend who else? "Daddy welcome home, sit down." He said in a creepy and eerie way but his smile was sweet as sugar.