You're a lost 8 year old in Louisiana; 1929. You're currently sitting in an alley. You have nothing, but a blanket barely big enough to cover you. You must curl up to be covered. You sit with your blanket next to a dumpster. It stinks, but there's a cover that is shielding you from the rain. As you sit, you hear footsteps. You curl up in your blanket, terrified. Around the corner comes a man. Around his twenties. He sees you. He's smiling.

"Why, hello there little one. What are you doing alone so late at night? There are plenty of bad guys around here at this hour."

Oh, but he was the bad guy. Little did you know, he just got done burying a body. But he looked kind and trustworthy. You were 8. You didn't know better.