With a new, unknown presence lurking in the community, the Wheelers continued their dinner, unaware of the potential danger just a few meters away. Conversation filled the air as they enjoyed their meal, their minds occupied with mundane matters. 

Suddenly, the kitchen telephone broke the tranquility with its shrill ringing. James rose from his seat, ready to answer the call. "I'll take the call; you continue eating, honey," he said to Candice. 

At the same moment, baby Arthur began to cry, seeking attention from his parents. James smiled and gestured to Georgie. "Georgie, go see what's wrong with your brother. You haven't had the chance to hold him yet, have you?" he suggested, acknowledging Georgie's eagerness. 

Excited, Georgie responded, "Okay, Dad," and made his way to the crying baby, his heart brimming with anticipation. 

Meanwhile, James picked up the ringing phone and spoke with a stern tone, "Hello, James Wheeler speaking." 

The voice on the other end belonged to Mrs. Johnson, their concerned neighbor. They exchanged pleasantries before she got to the reason for her call. "Are you expecting any visitors, like a brother-in-law, perhaps?" she asked curiously. 

James was taken aback. "No, why?" he replied, a sense of unease creeping into his voice. 

Mrs. Johnson's words intensified the unease. "There seems to be a strange fellow in a long coat pacing back and forth on your lawn... Oh, now he's swinging his hands around in a circle, like one of those baseball pitchers."

The mention of a baseball pitcher triggered a memory in the depths of James's mind, but he couldn't quite grasp it. "Do you know what it is? You know what, never mind. I'll check for myself. Thank you, Mrs. Johnson," James said, intending to investigate the situation. 

Before he could conclude the phone call, a sudden crash shattered the kitchen window. The sound reverberated through the air, startling everyone in the room. James was taken aback, caught off guard by the unexpected intrusion.

Suddenly, a loud crash echoed through the house, shattering the kitchen window. The unexpected noise startled everyone. As the fragments of glass settled on the floor, a strange noise followed—the sound of something crawling toward James. As James glanced down toward the floor, a surge of fear gripped him. The resurfaced memory became all too clear— the unfound terror brother was an ex-baseball champion. What lay between James's feet was not a baseball, but instead, a grenade.

"CANDICE!!! TAKE THE KIDS AND GET OUT OF H—" James's desperate plea was cut short. 

BOOOM! 

A deafening explosion rocked the kitchen, leaving its echo to reverberate through their once peaceful community. 

Candice sat frozen, her fork suspended in mid-air as shock coursed through her veins. The severed wrist of her beloved husband flew into the room, landing near her ankle. She stared at it, realizing the truth as she saw the wedding ring still attached. A blood-curdling scream tore through her lips, shattering the silence. The cries of baby Arthur grew louder as Georgie rushed into the living room, holding him in his arms. His eyes widened in horror as he witnessed the scene. "Mom, where's Dad?" he managed to stammer, his voice trembling. 

But before Candice could respond, the mysterious figure burst through the front door, a knife gripped tightly in his hand, and a wave of uncontrollable rage emanated from him as bloodshed loomed in his wake. 

In a state of panic, Candice shouted out, "Georgie, take the baby and run". 

Georgie bolted off with his newborn sibling gripped tightly in his arms. Candice, grasping a knife from the table, made a desperate attempt to defend herself and protect her children from the ruthless attacker. But the intruder, seemingly anticipating her feeble attempt to stall for time, ruthlessly disarmed her, puncturing her neck and leaving her lying on the floor in a pool of blood. Meanwhile, Georgie had already sprinted through the back door, racing towards the back wall of his house. With adrenaline coursing through his veins, he gently placed baby Arthur on the thick wall, his heart pounding in his chest. Without wasting a moment, he swiftly climbed over the wall, his agility and determination on full display. As he turned around to retrieve his brother, Georgie's eyes widened in horror. The menacing man had breached the wall and was now charging towards him, his voice filled with fury. "Get back here, you little bastard!" 

Georgie knew he had to keep moving, but carrying Arthur made it challenging to navigate the back alley path. Filled with obstacles, it hindered his speed and agility, allowing the pursuer to gain ground. The man, a cruel smile forming on his lips, pulled out the same knife that had taken Candice's life and hurled it toward Georgie's calf. The searing pain caused Georgie to stumble, his foot catching on a pile of boxes near the end of the alley. Arthur's cries intensified, piercing through the chaos. 

Suddenly, a mysterious figure emerged from the shadows, rushing to Georgie's aid. "What the hell is happening here?" the figure exclaimed, their voice filled with concern. As Georgie opened his eyes, he recognized the voice and caught a glimpse of the figure's back.