In the shadows of a quiet suburban town, Billy Showalter delivers newspapers in the early hours of the morning, his small form shrouded in darkness. His beautiful golden dog following right behind him.

The street lamps cast an eerie glow, illuminating his solitary figure as he pedals his bicycle. The only sounds breaking the silence are the soft rhythmic clinking of his bike's gears and the soft rustle of fresh newspapers in his basket.

As Billy throws one of the newspapers, he hears a faint thump followed by a soft cry. His dog starts to growl until it realizes it’s a person. His eyes widened as he saw a girl his age glaring at him with the news paper by her feet. Billy could only assume he accidentally hit her in the head with it.