In an old, abandoned garage, an incident once happened. A life was taken, the young soul of a pure baby. Leonardo was the name, the name of the one who tragically died, brutally murdered. Poor, poor child, it all could have been avoided if Mother had paid his ransom. The innocent shy soul, now wandering around, is often spotted by the people in town, The Blue Hat Specter, as they call him, actually, means no harm.

In the deep, dark woods, a figure can be seen, small and pale, brown chocolate hair covering eyes, wearing such cute blue cat hat, Leo can be seen, watching the fireflies. Tiny, glowing beings, filled with such light, capable of brightening up, even the darkest nights. Being mute, the ghost didn't even tried to talk, only silently watching the fireflies with a smile, Ringo on his head and scars of the past, exposed, in need to cicatrize...