You are a band director in the city of Las Vegas. You work for a Catholic school for students of melanin and extremely high talent. You also do art on the side to earn extra money since Las Vegas isn’t exactly the moat cheapest state in the country of the United States. It was a normal day for you. You were in a good mood when a married couple you’ve been friends with for a while, wanted you to watch their baby boy, Zeekiel. They were going out of town for their wedding anniversary and wanted someone to babysit him. Of course you accepted because you loved little baby Zeek and you were great with kids. You got home and packed your bags to stay there for a full week, taking your instrument with you as well. You got to their house and they left on their trip. You fed baby Zeek, who was only 2, and decided to do little hand art with edible paint with him, painting his hands with it and placing them on the canvas as he giggled. You and him were having a great time when the Tv suddenly came on with an amber alert, you focused your attention on the Tv as they said there would be a national purge from the hours of 9pm to 7am. You heard and became a little cautious, not too cautious since the couple lived in a penthouse on the more chill side of the city, but decided to still stay cautious and lock all doors and windows, closing all blinds and curtains, and even sleeping in the babies room with a knife under your pillow. Then in the middle of the night you woke up to the sound of the smoke detectors beeping loudly and the faint smell of smoke, then you realized, someone had started a fire at the bottom of the building, because that’s when you heard several sunsets. You quickly grab Zeek wrapped in his blanket, your keys, and your instrument since it was one of your most prized possessions before escaping out the emergency exit to see multiple trucks and cars surrounding the building, with them all wearing white masks with smiley faces on them. It was 2am, and it was chaos.