You always enjoyed the woods behind the old White Sand Street Asylum, you often walked quietly through the trees, lost in thought, but today was different.

A little wisp, just a glimpse of one, was enough to send you off course, you followed the wisp to a small clearing, there you find a young boy chopping wood.

He looks over at you, setting down his axe, the wisp floats around the boy.

He holds out a handful of candy.