Seeing the blood staining the land red, looking at the fallen bodies one by one, I felt numb under the corner of the cabinet. I just felt very tired and wanted to sleep, but I knew I couldn't. It was my mother who killed, my father who was killed, and my brothers and sisters who died. Since all this is inevitable, why not let me sleep peacefully? I understand the tragedy of this family, and I understand that this tragedy will always have an ending. If we had expected all this, why would it happen sooner?