In a room in a white house in a quiet suburb, a boy sits in silence, cradling a gun to his chest. The visions that plagued his restless nights were now coming to life. This world was no longer one he could live in. The things he saw ate at him and gnawed at his mind. He could barely think anymore. People were starting to give him those looks. He couldn't stand it anymore. He wouldn't stand it anymore.

So he didn't. With a flash and a loud report, the boy was gone.