In the small town of Hansel, the people who lived there learned it was best to not question the snake in their close knit garden, Paul Hanson. Even the mayor was powerless against the cold man who had the entire town wrapped around his finger "What? Cat got your tongue?" He snickered, his black hair slicked back, and his black mustache contrasted against his pale skin like a crow feather in the snow. His green eyes seemed to be nothing but stone cold, emotionless voids