The Unspeakable Crime That Disturbed The World: The 2012 Murders of Lulu and Leo Krim

22 min readMay 23, 2024

I remember waking up on Friday morning — October 26, 2012, feeling like any other day for this stay-at-home mom, who waited ten years to start a family of my own, when my husband and I welcomed two beautiful daughters named after literary characters — one name from a favorite J.D. Salinger short story and the other from Kay Thompson’s famed book series featuring a precocious little blonde-haired girl who has a pet turtle named Skipperdee that “eats raisins and wears sneakers.”

On this morning, I’d hold the hand of my two-year-old daughter as we descended the stairs of our Craftsman-style home in Upstate New York while holding my eleven-month-old daughter on my hip. After getting them settled in a high chair and at their little toddler table in the living room for their breakfast, and after pouring myself a cup of coffee — a morning must, I’d turn on The Today Show as I did every single morning. But this morning would be different.

The Shocking Crime

I still remember Matt Lauer’s serious-looking face and somewhat darting eyes as he was about to deliver shocking news to the world that was every parent’s worst nightmare: A trusted New York City nanny of over two years had stabbed to death two precious children in her care the evening before while their mother was at a local swim class with her middle child, who was three at the time. The evil nanny then waited in the bathroom, the only lit room in the entire Upper West Side apartment, for the unsuspecting mother to walk in to see her beloved, beautiful children brutally murdered in the bathtub.

Yoselyn Ortega, like a true malignant narcissist she was, then waited patiently so she could watch the mother’s hysterical reaction in real time, deriving some sort of sick, twisted pleasure from it before she turned the knife on herself, feverishly stabbing at her throat so deeply that she broke two bones in her neck right in front of the traumatized mother and surviving toddler daughter in a failed suicide attempt before pleading not guilty of murder charges while still in the hospital, under care.

Yoselyn Ortega was the absolute embodiment of evil, completely blinded by revenge, jealousy and hatred — not mental illness, which was later echoed by several witnesses during her 2018 trial, including the mother, Marina Krim, who’d scream vehemently from the witness stand: “You’re evil!” And you like this. You’re getting pleasure.”

Upon hearing the devastating news, a sickening-feeling would wash over me. I felt a crashing wave of heartbreak for the mother, father and surviving child as I watched my own two daughters nearby enjoying their breakfast of fresh fruit and yogurt. Soon, photos of the gorgeous family would splash across every nightly news station, including social media. It was as if the whole world had paused to share in the collective shock and grief.

Photo courtesy of Daily Mail article dated November 2, 2012

The Fatal Introduction

The mother is Marina Krim, who poured all her love and energy into her three children: six-year-old Lucia “Lulu,” three-year-old Ines “Nessie” and two-year-old Leo. Their father is Kevin Krim, who, at the time, was a successful CNBC executive with a bona fide Harvard education. Marina, who bore a striking resemblance to nineties supermodel Christy Turlington — both women sharing a classic standard of beauty, used to be a kindergarten teacher and sometimes taught art classes. However, her main pride and focus were their three children, who she often mused about on her mommy blog entitled Life With the Little Krim Kids; from their big and small adventures around New York to their unique, individual personalities to their many gifts and talents — the love of art being one of those gifts.

Photos of the Krim siblings playing in a row of cardboard boxes in their living room seemingly having a blast inside their own imaginations, maybe pretending they were on a continental train zooming cross-country, or on a bumpy school bus ride as they casually wave at crossing guards and mail carriers on their delivery routes as they pass by.

Other photos would emerge in the media like the one of the family on a fun visit to the farm — Marina, Lulu, Nessie and little Leo standing in their rain coats and English Wellies. It was apparent to all that The Krim’s were a happy, thriving, picture-perfect family who’d soon collide with an all consuming evil no one could’ve predicted let alone fathom, and this evil was unassuming child nanny Yoselyn Ortega, whom the Krim kids affectionately called “Josie.”

Yoselyn Ortega had entered The Krim’s peaceful, loving, high frequency orbit by way of her “look-alike” sister, Celia, who was a nanny for another Upper West Side family at the time. She would casually bump into Marina at the girls’ ballet class and at the preschool where both Nessie and her charge attended. It was at a ballet class where a friendly Celia approached a visibly pregnant Marina, who was carrying Leo at the time, to inquire whether she needed a nanny, and then proceeded to recommend her sister, Yoselyn, who had no real nanny experience, nor had any qualified recommendations.

Marina Krim was a full-time, stay-at-home mother, but any parent with small children would attest that sometimes we could use a third hand, especially with the on-going challenges of living in a massive city like New York, where daily life was way more complicated than say, living in the open suburbs. For one, there was no minivan conveniently parked in the driveway, right outside of a single family home with a fenced-in backyard with enough room for children and a dog to safely roam, unperturbed.

In New York, we walked everywhere or took a bus, taxi, Uber, or subway train, which, by the way, was way more challenging with small children and a double stroller in tow. In regards to finding parking — fuhgeddaboudit, too much of a hassle, unless you pay a monthly parking garage fee, which wasn’t cheap. Now factor in three children at three different ages having three different interests, in regards to hobbies and activities. Marina could’ve used an extra hand when her children had their activities scheduled at different times and locations. So hiring a nanny while expecting a third child made perfect sense for the New York mom.

In a New York Post article from September 2014 — almost two years after the horrific tragedy, Marina had learned that the family who’d been employing Yoselyn’s look-alike sister, Celia, had recently moved their daughter to the same school where her surviving child, Nessie, was now attending. She found out one week before school started that the Upper West Side Family had moved near them once again; this time to Tribeca. Marina had every right to protest to her friends, which she did via email, writing:

“Can you imagine my anxiety as I am walking out of school with Nessie and on a daily basis wondering if I am going to run into this woman?’’ a distraught Marina wrote in an email to friends.

Marina continues:

“She introduced us to the defendant who murdered our kids and Nessie’s sister and brother,’’ wrote Marina — who is still unable to utter or even type Yoselyn Ortega’s name — in the email, a copy of which was seen by The Post.”

The school settled the tense situation by having Celia agree to show up fifteen minutes after Marina so she wouldn’t have any unexpected run-ins with the woman, which would be understandably traumatic for the still grieving mother. However, Marina complained to her friends that she would still see Celia in disguise, wearing oversized sunglasses and coat, undermining the agreement made by the school suggesting that Celia had the same radical entitlement demonstrated by her murderous sister Yoselyn; in short — no shame, whatsoever.

Yoselyn’s Complicit Family

Yoselyn Ortega was born in Santiago de los Caballeros, the second-largest city in the Dominican Republic. She was one of seven children, although only five siblings would make it to adulthood as two died young due to illness. Yoselyn’s first bout of depression with auditory voices began at sixteen, shortly after losing one of her sisters, according to her family.

Her family and friends began to travel back and forth between the Dominican Republic and New York, where they would co-habitat in a group of four to six, living in several apartments in the same building, including her last apartment in Harlem, which she shared with a sister, a nephew, her son, and a friend. Her son, Jesus Frias, was raised by her older sister, Miladys, in the Dominican Republic from age four until he turned seventeen, when he left to go live with his mother, Yoselyn, in New York.

Everyone agreed, including The Krim’s, that Jesus’ arrival in June of 2012 had put significant strain on Yoselyn, mostly financial, when she chose to enroll him in private Catholic education rather than the free option of public schooling, where, ironically, The Krim’s had proudly enrolled their children with Marina echoing quizzically from the stand during her court testimony: “What’s wrong with public school?”

THE CUT did a piece on the trial with the apt headline — ‘Neither Family Will Be the Same,’ At the nanny trial, the court meets the people who loved a killer. This was where we had learned how Yoselyn Ortega snaked her way into The Krim Family’s happy and loving home — a prestigious-looking, ten floor doorman building called La Rochelle on West 75th & Columbus Avenue — making this fact absolutely clear: Yoselyn Ortega would need help from her family in the form of fraudulent nanny recommendations as she did not have access to legitimate recommendations from legitimate employers of her own. This fact, alone, would’ve prevented her hiring, and in preventing her hiring would’ve prevented the cruel deaths of Lulu and Leo Krim. The fact that Ortega’s family was complicit in order to “help” their sister and aunt gain fraudulent employment, totally unconcerned with the fact that they put an innocent, loving family on the same path as a vengeful, hate-filled narcissistic monster, whose paths in the real world would’ve never crossed otherwise, wasn’t lost on The Krim Family nor the jurors.

From THE CUT article:

“The closest Yoselyn came to working in child care was when she lived, for three months, with niece Glendalys Garcia in Texas. Glendalys had three children at the time; Yoselyn lived in an extra bedroom and watched her children when she worked. When Marina Krim asked Yoselyn for work references, she offered Glendalys Garcia and another niece, Yaquelin Severino. When Krim emailed her, Severino sent a detailed letter describing the two years Yoselyn cared for her toddler son Ariel. Asked how she met Yoselyn, Severino said she’d been “recommended to us by another nanny.”
At the time, Yaquelin Severino was childless, several family members admitted. Ariel is her husband’s name. (Severino has not been called as a witness, but could be.) ADA Stuart Silberg displayed Severino’s email during father Kevin Krim’s testimony. The letter, Kevin said, “was all lies.” Yaquelin had lied to help Aunt Yoselyn.”
Due to the unspeakable nature of the crime, there’s now the Lulu & Leo Law. “It’s the first of its kind in the US, making it a crime to knowingly and materially misrepresent the qualifications of a person applying for work as a child caregiver. Kevin Krim said in the bill signing announcement, “We hired the woman who murdered our children based on a deliberate set of lies.”

Whatever Is In There Is Evil

During trial testimony, Marina said something on the stand that was equally haunting and would’ve served, looking back, as an ominous warning that no one would have foreseen. Here, she describes Yoselyn’s smug face in court testimony, covered by The New Zealand Herald:

“I would say she was distracted. She was more arrogant … She had that smug look to her, like she has right now. It’s disgusting,” she recalled, leading up to her children’s brutal murders.”

Smug-faced, Yoselyn Ortega in Court in 2018; Creator: Reuters / *And when you gaze long into the abyss, the abyss gazes also into you.*

Another witness named Michael Minihan, who was the superintendent of La Rochelle, and who lived with his family directly below The Krim’s, recalled rushing to their apartment upon hearing Marina’s primal screams from the mezzanine, where she was holding on tightly to little Nessie while simultaneously banging her head against one of the granite columns, trying in vain to wake herself up from this lucid nightmare.

This was what he had to say in court testimony when coming face-to-face with Yoselyn Ortega on the evening of October 25, 2012:

When Minihan entered the apartment, he said he first saw Ortega, “staring … the eyes of the devil in my face,” he said. “Her eyes were bulging.”

Minihan continues testimony:

“I could see the tub and I could see a body or something. I tried as best as I could not to take my eyes off Ms Ortega but I could see there was a mess,” he said, fighting back tears. “I just saw red, I just saw red.”

The following quotes are from New York Post’s coverage of the trial, dated March 2018:

“The super ran out of the apartment and blocked the door so Ortega couldn’t leave. He told Det. Brandon Gore, the first cop to arrive at the scene, who also testified Monday, that “whatever is in there is evil.”
Meanwhile, paramedic Eugene Nicholas said he spotted a cop in an ambulance, deep in prayer.

Marina Krim also testified regarding the evening of October 25, 2012, covered in 2018 by The New Zealand Herald:

“It’s like a horror movie,” she said Thursday, testifying in the murder trial of the caretaker, Yoselyn Ortega. “I go down, I walk down the hall and I see the light on under the back of the door, and I’m like, ‘Oh God it’s so quiet in here, oh God. Why is it so … quiet?’”
“And I open the door … And I open the door, oh God!” she wept.
“It was a scream you can’t imagine is even inside of you,” she said. “I don’t even know where it came from. I just thought: I’m never going to be able to talk to them ever again. They are dead. I just saw my kids dead.’”

A Total Eclipse

Prosecutors had speculated that Yoselyn Ortega was jealous of Marina Krim’s financial stability in addition to the strong relationship she had cultivated with each one of her three children. Over time, she began to resent her employer, privately blaming the mother for missing quality time with her newly arrived teenage son as she started her nanny shift in the afternoons, in time to pick Lulu up from school just as Jesus was leaving school for home.

Yoselyn Ortega’s poor financial decisions were not the responsibility of her employer. She had options such as sending Jesus to public school, even if that meant being held back a year as a result because a year, in the grand scheme of things, wasn’t a big deal. At seventeen, he could’ve gotten steady work after-school or on weekends to help his mother with extra expenses.

The Krim’s would even pay Jesus for dog sitting whenever they were out of town, or when he’d sometimes take their dog, reportedly a greyhound named Babar, for walks. And according to a 2018 New York Post article, it was sweet Lulu who had handed the “then-teen a brand new iPad — a gift from The Krim’s.”

She could’ve shown a little gratitude for having kind and generous employers in The Krim’s in addition to having a roof over her head in Harlem, living with her supportive family. It was even reported that Kevin and Marina would sometimes pay for Ortega’s plane tickets back to the Dominican Republic so she could visit her son, before his move to New York, and family while the Krim family were on vacation.

Sometimes life requires a temporary sacrifice for a future gain — taking two steps back in order to propel three steps forward. Most people, unless born into inherited wealth, have been in this similar predicament at some point in their lives. There’s no shame in the resilience game.

However, Yoselyn Ortega would allow dark, negative thoughts and emotions to consume her whole like a total eclipse, irrationally projecting every single imaginary slight onto Marina Krim so much that when she awoke from surgery two days after the unspeakable crime, her first relayed thoughts through a message board as she couldn’t yet speak were solely on how “horrible” Marina had been for making her care for the children on top of cleaning the apartment. She’d even have the gall to hold up one of her fingertips to the NYPD detective, who was at the hospital to interview her, where the cleaning chemicals had supposedly “burned” her skin, even though Marina had made a special trip to the store just to buy organic cleaning supplies in order to accommodate Ortega’s “sensitive” skin barrier.

There was no grief for Lulu and little Leo. No grief for fellow mother, Marina, father Kevin and now only child Nessie; no wailing What did I do?! like some La Llorona, who, according to Wikipedia, is a “vengeful ghost in Mexican folklore who is said to roam near bodies of water mourning her children whom she drowned in a jealous rage after discovering her husband was unfaithful to her. Whoever hears her crying either suffers misfortune or death.”

She expected more pay from The Krim’s while doing less work, which showed, right there, a sense of entitlement as she’d gotten herself into a financial bind over a lost sublet apartment in the Bronx for herself and son, Jesus, in addition to enrolling him in private Catholic education, which she couldn’t afford, adding more stress to the already stressful situation.

She’d become incensed, unbeknownst to Marina, when the mother suggested that she do some housework at five hours a week for extra pay thinking she was helping out a thankful Ortega. Marina even recommended Yoselyn’s nanny services to friends to help her earn some extra needed cash on the side, which only backfired in the form of steadily perceived slights on Ortega’s end.

Yoselyn saw everything she lacked in the radiant Marina, and that internal rage grew and grew until finally unleashed on the evening of October 25, 2012 as she waited for the opportune time when she’d be alone with Lulu and Leo — showing cruel premeditation, not insanity, even asking the doorman if the mother was home when they arrived back at La Rochelle from buying time at Central Park — trying not to cross walking paths with Marina, instead of being where she was supposed to be — at Lulu’s ballet class a few blocks away, where she was scheduled to meet up with an awaiting Marina and Nessie after swim class.

Yoselyn Ortega — The Malignant Narcissist

Marina Krim would testify in court that in the days leading up to the murders, she’d sometimes caught Ortega staring at her in a creepy way, calling her a “narcissist” from the stand with Kevin Krim calling her an “evil and utterly dangergous narcissist” in his powerful victim impact statement. It sounded like Yoselyn Ortega was consumed by narcissistic rage from a series of perceived narcissistic injuries, which is a real thing that could precipitate a narcissistic collapse, indicative of her failed suicide attempt. The fact that she waited for Marina’s primal reaction to the absolute carnage that would befall the mother of three just as she entered the bathroom was an indicator — a massive red flag — that Yoselyn Ortega wasn’t suffering from mental illness so much as a Cluster B personality disorder, an umbrella term, sometimes commingled, that covered sociopathy, histrionic, borderline, and narcissistic personality disorder — maladaptive behaviors that suggest a high degree of manipulation, lacking core empathy.

And then there was the more serious Dark Triad that included Machiavellianism, Narcissism, and Psychopathy, forming a Bermuda Triangle of malevolent traits. According to Health.com:

“People with dark triad traits are often manipulative and lack empathy. They may conceal their true nature to earn your trust and then exploit it for their personal gain.”
“Paul Hokemeyer, a marriage and family therapist based in Colorado, recommended against having a relationship with someone with dark triad traits. It can be dangerous to have a business association, friendship, or romantic relationship with a person with a dark triad personality. The personality traits that make up a dark triad are deeply ingrained in their psyche and highly resistant to any sort of challenge that would manifest a change. The best strategy is to move away from them as quickly as possible.”

The environment that surrounds a narcissist can be described as equally sick and twisted as the narcissist, themself, especially in Ortega’s case. Oftentimes, they’re surrounded by enablers and flying monkeys — a social construct that’s directly inspired by those creepy, bellhop-looking flying monkeys from The Wizard of Oz, an environment that can best be described as cult-like, who will even do the narcissist’s bidding like her look-alike sister, Celia, when she brokered the Yoselyn Ortega and Marina Krim fatal introduction. In addition, Ortega’s two nieces would then lie to The Krim’s when they provided falsified recommendations.

Yoselyn Ortega’s son, Jesus Frias, according to a New York Post article from March 2018, would slip up while on the witness stand when he referred to his mother’s murderous acts as an “accident” before quickly correcting himself saying, “before what happened.” Furthermore, Miladys, Frias’ aunt and Yoselyn Ortega’s older sister, would then proceed to blame The Krim’s for their children’s murders and even had the audacity to say “they should have given her sister more vacation.” The egregious enablers and flying monkeys often turn a blind eye to concerning behaviors, giving the narcissist endless excuses, always painting them out to be the perpetual victim.

Thankfully, the jurors came back with an unanimous guilty verdict, and the defendant was later sentenced to life in prison without the possibility of parole. The Hon. Gregory Carro, the judge who presided over the 2018 court case, would echo the same chilling words of Michael Minihan, the superintendent of the La Rochelle, calling Yoselyn Ortega’s actions “pure evil” during her sentencing phase.

“Flying Monkey” Photo courtesy of Moviestore.com

The Narcissistic Stare, Body Language, and Personal Frequency

There’s even a phenomenon called the “narcissistic stare” that I strongly believe Marina, per court testimony, saw in Ortega in the weeks prior to the heinous crime. In a CBS New York trial coverage report from 2018, Marina had testified from the witness stand that in the weeks prior to the murders, she saw the nanny:

“Looking at me with this glare on her face that was just pure evil. A really weird mean look.”

Here’s an excerpt from the poem “The Abyss” from my debut BEFORE THE BIG BANG MAKES A SOUND:

Once on the A Train
an old woman
with milky eyes
stared at me for too long;
and I remembered
Nietzche’s warning:
And when you gaze long
into the abyss, the abyss
gazes also into you.
So I said an inward prayer,
and did not look back
when I got off at West 4th St.
In New York,
we have salves, oils,
candles, and trinkets —
a cure-all for bad vibes,
the evil eye,
generational curses.
In the Bronx —
La Santa Muerte….

Once, a friendly acquaintance, not yet a friend, had smiled while sitting across from me at my dining room table, but when I got up to retrieve something off my kitchen counter — quickly turned back around, catching the person off-guard, I’d see this look of absolute contempt, which could best be described as a menacing sneer. I followed my gut instincts, then quietly and politely made myself unavailable. Body language never lies.

Robert Greene is an author of books on strategy, power, and seduction. According to Wikipedia, Greene has written seven international bestsellers, including The 48 Laws of Power, The Art of Seduction, The 33 Strategies of War, The 50th Law (with rapper 50 Cent), Mastery, The Laws of Human Nature, and The Daily Laws.

He was a guest on Steven Bartlett’s YouTube channel, UK’s #1 podcast — The Diary Of A CEO back in March 2024, and what he has to say, here, about body language is absolutely vital:

“There’s somebody in your office, and you don’t know if they’re a snake or actually genuinely your friend. You suspect it could go either way. You kind of approach them from an angle, right, and you surprise them. You come up to them, and they look at you, and for a second, you detect what we call a microexpression, of disdain, and then they put on a smile. That microexpression, which scientists and psychologists have studied, lasts for less than a second. You have to be able to read it, but it reveals if they actually like you or if they’re totally false, they can’t fake it.
So if you come straight at them it’s “Oh, hi Steven, great to see you.” And then if you come from an angle, they kind of pretend and they try to act, and you can get clues like that.”

In addition to the stare and body language, pay close attention to people’s energy. While equally charming, charismatic, and superficially glib — having a shallow affect, there’s also a shark-like, uneasy vibration that can sometimes be intuited as well. This is because narcissists vibrate at a lower frequency. Our physical bodies pick up danger way more quickly than thoughts or emotions per se due to society’s social conditioning for cognitive dissonance and self-doubt in the form of internal dialogue like Did I really see that evil stare? I know they make me feel uneasy, but maybe I’m just being paranoid?

It’s the racing heart, queasiness in the gut, or feelings of absolute dread — activating those fight or flight stress chemicals including adrenaline, noradrenaline, and cortisol. How many times has our body’s alarm system saved us?

Healing Through Creative Resilience and Mindfulness

The focus of this essay is not so much on the extreme nature of the crime, itself, or even court testimony, which is nothing short of horrific. It’s a kind of crime no parent wants to talk about, feeling like one should knock on wood first before uttering a word about this case. The Krim’s lived through every parent’s worst nightmare while remaining steadfast in their love and commitment that never folded or wavered, even adding two more children, two little boys — little brothers of Nessie, who will grow up knowing their older siblings, Lulu and Leo, through their devoted parents and big sister. What’s even more remarkable is that they chose to focus on creating an amazing charity called Choose Creativity in the memory of Lulu and Leo, benefiting the children of New York City and beyond with the development of various school programs from full school day, after school and workshops grounded in “Belief Ecology” and creative resilience. From their Choose Creativity website:

“In the education space, Learn with Creative Confidence is unique as it’s the only curriculum grounded in Belief Ecology. Belief Ecology is a set of beliefs, values, and attitudes based on an individual’s knowledge, skills, and dispositions that help motivate and guide their behavior. This intrapersonal awareness influences one’s ability and desire to deploy learned social and emotional skills, while encouraging a growth mindset, improved self-efficacy and openness in children.”

Moving to New York

In September 2014, almost two years after the tragedy, my family and I would move from cloudy Ithaca all the way to loud Manhattan. I’d never forget the parting words of one of the kind movers who’d helped us move downstate — “You’re not in Kansas anymore,” he’d say with a beautiful, broad smile revealing a generous gap as he sat in the front cab of his white truck. He had the kind of smile that emanated from the eyes before reaching the mouth, suggesting sincerity.

Our first apartment in New York was on West 77th, located in the same magical Upper West Side neighborhood as The Krim’s old apartment on West 75th — La Rochelle building. I would sometimes pass their old building when taking my daughters to Central Park, Starbucks, or the ceramic painting place that was located in the retail space just adjacent to their building, pushing my girls in a double stroller around the neighborhood.

I would say a prayer for The Krim Family every time we had to pass by their old building, thinking about that night when Marina’s guttural cries ricocheted loudly throughout La Rochelle, stirring neighbors to the unearthly sounds of utter shock and maternal grief.

Mourning & Weather Patterns

On October 29, 2012 — four days after Lulu and Leo had died, New Yorkers would be hit with Hurricane Sandy. The epic storm caused severe damage from catastrophic winds to massive flooding, especially along the coastline. Forty-three people would die in New York City from the direct effect of Hurricane Sandy, mostly in Staten Island. Soon enough, the hurricane would dominate the news cycle.

It was as if the heavens had opened up, passionately mourning Lulu and Leo’s beautiful, bright light as well. I’d watch the outer rain bands of the historical hurricane from the comfort of my Craftsman-style home that rested atop a slight slope in Ithaca, a four hour drive from Manhattan. It felt like the rain would never cease.

A poem from my debut book BEFORE THE BIG BANG MAKES A SOUND:

Freakish Accidents
After my move
to Manhattan,
a gust of wind blew down
a 4-by-8 sheet of plywood
from atop a condo
conversion in the West
Village, striking a woman
in the head — killing her
instantly as she walked
on the sidewalk below,
at the clearing
of scaffolding.
In overcast Ithaca,
I’d watched a wind storm,
from the safety
of my living room,
blow down a grand
ash tree; my pitched roof
breaking its fall.
When the winds picked up,
I moved my daughters,
still sleeping, to the middle
of my bed.
The pine trees on Pine Tree
Road swayed in the black
hole wind at night,
their haunting sound
reminiscent
of ceremonious gongs.
Each gong for a loss.
Each gong for a betrayal.