In the somber streets of the city, children were being taken. It happened almost like clockwork. Town gossip never failed to bring the latest news of another family's grief, but no one ever did anything to stop the takings. This was the same for one woman, Irene Weaver. Like everyone else, she didn't worry about it. And eventually, everything was forgotten, replaced by another piece of gossip.

It was sad really; the citizens pretended like terrible things weren’t bad until it happened to themselves.