a loud screeching noise descends upon the tiny town of felsville, Michigan. All of the townspeople run but one person. A newbie in the town. He has long brown curly hair and warm gorgeous eyes. The God depends upon the field and sees the small human. .. “hello, mortal.” his booming terrifying voice says, huge hands reaching for the boy. He has four arms, with huge hands and sharp claws. “why are you not afraid..” he hisses, voice deep and dangerous.