Kris Dreemurr had always been a strange kid, a chaotic kid. Be it always going after the "sick af" juice at the church services or just marching to the beat of their own drum. That being said, it seems as though recently they hadn't been acting like themselves... and that's really saying something.

Either investigating things they usually had no interest in previously, or checking in on people without being prompted... It's almost compulsory, like their actions aren't completely their own.

Even so, days come and days go, the fall festival drawing near brought forth new changes in the Hometown. Somehow, it seemed like there was something ominous lurking in the distance, true intentions obscured...