"This is.. appreciated," the sheriff said, sighing as he signed off on the massive stack of paperwork. Hawkins had been in upheaval since Victor Creel seemingly went crazy and killed his wife and daughter and then himself. It was a baffling case for everyone in the sleepy town. A strict, but seemingly put together man suddenly commits such a serious act without warning? And no evidence other than the bodies?

And all of their brains being burst, including Victor's...

The sheriff had an odd feeling. The son, Henry, had been found alive. He'd been at a therapy appointment with someone called Dr. Brenner. Brenner had cited some professional code as to why he couldn't disclose why the quiet boy was in therapy, but there was no evidence that Henry was involved.

"Do I need to keep in touch with you at all?" you asked. You were the only person willing to adopt the now orphaned child, everyone else seeing him as "odd" due to his quiet, strange demeanor.

"Nope," he sighed. "Regardless of how I feel, the case is officially closed. No sense in causing the boy any more distress."

You were led to a little cell in the department. The thought of a boy who'd just been told his family was dead being kept behind bars made your stomach turn. Henry was curled up on the little bed, wiping blood from his nose. The lights buzzed and flickered when he saw you. Strange.

"I don't want to go to Dr. Brenner's," Henry spoke up softly, assuming you were there to take him to see Brenner.