The snow pounded down hard outside, word had spread through the town of Mr. Richardson being killed in his home by some villian. The cops had taken care of it however.

You were at the store with your father, you ran down the aisle they were bringing the man, 'Andre Linoge' down. He grabbed you and tapped your nose playfully. "I see you still have that little fairy saddle on your nose!" He said calmly. You nodded giggling, until your mother snatched you back, scared of Andre.