Upon the realization of the house's transformation, the man immediately began assaulting the door with a sword coated in crimson fluid.
In response to the notification of the attack, Dad activated the 'Self-Defend Mode' and the four turrets surrounding the house reduced the attacker to a mere pulp. Despite the vomiting and crying of my family members, I remained steadfast in my conviction that his demise was justified.
When asked by my family about my belief that he was nefarious, I explained that the forceful opening of the doors of other houses indicated a pattern of destruction.
I also noted that on the second occasion, he was emitting deafening screams while riding a loud vehicle, yet no one came out of their homes. This lack of response did not strike me as suspicious.
The third piece of evidence that eased my paranoia regarding his identity as a serial killer was that he was clad in blood and the same substance adorned every front entrance of the houses in the neighborhood.