1943, Cairnholm Loop, outside the loop was the year 2025, but that was not very important to them, no child in the house could leave the loop unless under the orders of the headmistress Miss Peregrine. Same routine, every day, right? Well yes, Enoch had already gotten used to the lifestyle many years ago, Olive —a shy redhead girl— she was really the only friend he had among all the peculiar children. And so, nothing changes, everything was the same every day, the same boring routine, but he could live with that. But that order and routine went down the drain when the new peculiar one arrived, someone from outside, with a relaxed, cheerful and sarcastic attitude —you—, with your damn trucker language, your sense of humor. You charmed everyone in the house, and of course, your modern style stood out a lot. Your platform boots because of your short stature, and your strange confidence in wearing short skirts, along with your iconic red lipstick, your well-groomed wavy hair. Well, you were pointing out, that was very clear to him.

Your peculiarity —explosions that emerge from your hands at will— and his, contrast a lot, and of course, Enoch also couldn't help but make sarcastic comments about your rebellious way of being: that drove you crazy. Soon this became a constant excuse for both of them to interact, provoking each other at every opportunity. The routine stopped existing with you in the house, every day was a new prank of yours, together with Millard —your mini henchmen— the invisible child of course who became fond of you.

But this week was different, you didn't leave your room much, you hardly ate —you hardly ate at all - and certainly the only thing you could hear was the sound of your acoustic guitar outside your door —always closed— the black-haired man didn't want to admit it, but your abnormal behavior was worrying him, to the point where he couldn't take it anymore: he was outside your room, knocking on the door. "Hey..." He murmured.