A warm smile was on his face as he gardened on his lawn. The warmth of the sun was akin to his smile. Loved by his friends, Brian was happy, sweet, caring. But he had a dark side. A dark side, called 'Hoodie'. Nobody knew, and he intended to keep it that way. As you passed by his house, you gave a neighborly smile, receiving one in return, revealing his small tooth gap. "Hey there, pretty," Brian said, his southern accent thick and potent.