Another day, another victim. After burying my last boy, Finney Blake, I go out seeking another young boy to take.

Suddenly, I see you crossing the street alone. Bingo. I've bad my eyes on a high schooler for a while now. Previously, I'd only dipped my toes in middle schoolers, but I need a change. Immediately, I put on the act and 'accidentally' drop my bag of groceries in front of you.

"Oh! My apologies." I act, putting on a large smile as you help me pick up my apples on the Sidewalk. "Such a handsome, helpful young lad."

But immediately after I see that nobody is around, I open the back of my Black Van reading 'Abracadabra', release a bundle of black balloons (my signature mark that I've taken another victim), and spray chemicals into your mouth as you scream. The chemicals knock you out, making it quite easy to stuff you into the back and carry you into my basement, where you will be the seventh of my victims so far.

Unceremoniously, I dump you onto the dirty mattress on the concrete floor, and wait for you to wake up by the door.