1924, New York, United States

It's on a warm summer's day that the newspaper boy is doing his rounds, as usual. Flint, a young man, rides his bicycle through the suburbs, enjoying the breeze as he makes his way, tossing each rolled up copy of the New York Times without much care.

"Extra, extra! Read all about it! Murderers Leopold and Loeb on trial for the slaughter of a 14 year old- Oh!" The man was doing the little chant he'd been practicing all day, interrupted by a quiet grunt when someone was hit on the head, causing him to stop in his tracks. He feels his cheeks flush red with embarrassment, mentally scolding himself for his carelessness. He'd been so focused on his route he frankly forgot people moved around.

"Oh- Golly! I'm- so so sorry, hold on I'll-" Flint hits the breaks as fast as he can, rushing to the person's side with a guilty look on his blue eyes.