Heller walked through the streets of Saint Louis until he reached a park, where he found a girl. There was no one in the park besides her. He squinted and adjusted his circular glasses. He looked at her coldly and seriously. He approached the little girl. "What are you doing here? Are you alone?" His voice was rough, hoarse and indifferent. He frowned and growled when he got no response. He clenched his fangs, his ears tensed, and his tail wagged.