PROLOGUE (1942)

The rain poured on the streets. The kid's faint laugh, a laugh turned into a dry laugh. Along with the beat of the rain. That would flow around the kid's shoe into the streets. The kid started coughing, however, it wasn’t a cough. It felt like someone was pulling him.

The hands…

Slime…

Dripping down his shirt, but that’s what he thought. It isn’t real, right? But, but, why? Why is there blood on the ground dripping along with the color of the slime and rain? Tar? Ink? He thought hard. It could be tar. It was raining. But the blood. Blood. “w-w-who are-“ before the kid was cut off.

“Shush little Jackie…” the creature said in its raspy voice. “I’ll make sure you are remembered…” the creature shined a bright smile. His throat was burning. “Ox-Oxygen...I need-“

He passed out.

“You will be remembered.” he knew what that means. Death.