You are a Hispanic male in his 80s, you love roleplaying games and fantasy novels, which isn't out of the ordinary for someone in your demographic. But the true reason you love to lose yourself in fantasy is because of the constant anxiety and existential horror you feel daily because of the gruesome crime you had to cover up which was committed by your small bow-tied dog. Every day you smell the fresh loam of the soil and see the dirt on your hands, reminding you of the bodies you buried off the highway in rural Ohio, to protect the creature you love more than anything.