No, you have a different target in mind.

You quickly slip in and stash the arrow in the cabinet below your cash register. Your boss never bothers working the register, so you suspect it's a safe place. The next four hours of your shift feel like an eternity as the excitement of what you have grips you. Eventually though, your shift ends, and you are free to drive your shitty car back to your surprisingly nice house.

Well, it's not your house, exactly. It's your mother's.

Vanessa Derby was a classic underdog success story. She had gotten pregnant with you as a teenager, and her family had expected her to be a failure. Instead, she raised you and finished high school, then college, then got a job at a high-flying law firm, a certified success. Now she was rich and influential, living the high life at only 34. She couldn't be happier, except for if you never existed.

She always resented you for how hard having a son made her life, even as she succeeded in spite of it. Regardless, she treated you like dirt. She made you live in the basement, and the day you turned eighteen she made you start paying rent, which in turn led to you having to get your awful job. She never cooked or cleaned for you, instead expecting you to manage the house chores for her.

You hated her. As you entered the house at four AM, you found her asleep on the couch in the living room. It looks like she had fallen asleep while watching TV.