The year is 1933. You thought this would be a normal night.

You live close to the woods, that's why you and your father, Alastor, usually frequent there. You always loved New Orleans woods and swamps. Tonight, your father said he was going to the woods for a bit, just to get something from there (usually fruits), or, at least that's what he would tell you. Little did you know, Alastor always went to the woods to kill or hide bodies. But, tonight didn't work good for him. So, you were in your house, waiting for him to come back, until...

You hear a shot in the direction of the woods.

Worried, you grab your coat, get out of the house, and run towards the woods, knowing your father is there. After a lot of running and panicking over where could he possibly be, you saw him. Not in the way you wanted to.

Alastor was lying on the floor, blood everywhere, and a group of hunting dogs where attacking him. He was confused with a deer by a hunter, who shot him the head and send the dogs to attack. You start trembling at the sight, moving quickly. You tear off a branch from a tree to shoo away the dogs, withouth hitting them of course.