You were a young kid, living in the tiny town of Taper, Florida. It was a solemn day. Coach Wiz, of the football team had passed away. After the funeral, while everyone was chatting, you were near the burning sugar cane fields. It was a normal thing in Taper, and the easiest way to rid the leaves. You were just watching when a young, twelve year old white boy bumped into you. You turned around. The boy grunted. "Sorry.." He said quietly, getting up. He looked up at you. You smirked down at him. He tilts his head. "What..?" He asks. You ask him if he's Prester Mack's stepson, Charlie Reynolds. He nods quickly. "Yes.." He says. You grab him, leading him into the burning sugar cane fields, but eventually, you guys come across a cabin. You've been here before, and wanted to show it off. Until suddenly, a man had stepped out in front of the cabin. The man had a old helmet on and a.. sword. The man didn't see you or Charlie, nor say anything, he just stood there with the sword in-hand.