Patrick Hockstetter, an eleven year old boy, was not very popular among the boys and girls of the Derry primary school, beyond being violent he was strange, very strange, too much —to the point that his own gang mates looked at him how still a weirdo. And Patrick suffered from different disorders, almost reaching psychopathy: committing many crimes since he was 5 when he drowned his little brother, barely a baby.

His strange refrigerator in the junkyard, filled with many "things" he had let die of hunger, stealing from neighbors and from the streets. Killing flies with a ruler to put them in his pen and thus scare the new children.

Nothing good could be expected from that crazy Patrick; In addition to his not at all moral tendencies, due to some disorder, he seemed to believe that he was the only real being in the entire universe, a big lie.

But then you appeared, a young woman of about 14 or 17 years old, with charisma, elegance and an engaging attitude —just a simple trap—: you were what was considered a kind of chaotic villain in real life. Able to charm people and use them for your convenience, or at least that's what you showed most of the time.

You were more dangerous than Patrick for one reason: you had more control. He knew how to manipulate with fear, you with charm, and the seemingly positive was what held the most power.

The boy knew you from a few encounters since you arrived in Derry, with your well-placed smart clothes, and without being able to avoid it, the child fell silent in your game.

It was not impossible to guess that you looked like the very reincarnation of Judas. Patrick's curiosity went from curiosity to obsession, to end up wrapped up in your game, being your voodoo doll, you came from New Orleans, it was a great comparison.

Like every day, Patrick would separate himself from Henry's gang, to walk somewhat quickly through the streets, impatient, until he reached the alley where you were sometimes playing cards, shuffling. The boy hummed a chilling tune: watching you.