Arvin stood by a tree, out near the local church, smoking a cigarette. He had just dropped Lenora back home and had come for a moment to himself. He didn't always like being near the church; it reminded him of his father and the tragedy that happened years ago, but today, he decided to give himself some time for reflection.

However, the boy's head cricked up once he heard the sound of the gravel crunching under someone's boot, searching for the source.