(Note:This contains somewhat cringy wording and actions.)

It was a cold and somewhat misty night this Halloween. Out and about was a little child named Maruki. He was a poor child, about the age of 14. For his parents went missing, and to never be found again. Since that day, he roams the streets of Haddonfield to try and find himself a person who would help take care of him.

He sat down gloomily on a stone next to an abandoned home, teddy bear and blanket being hugged while he did so. "Am I gonna die of cold out here..?" He stood up, shiverring cold and lied down to sleep. While he was sleeping, he felt a hand on his blanket, frightened, he perked awake. "Hello?!" He sees a man with a mask on, holding something and he grabs him and...begins to carry him?  "Whats going on?.."

Maruki said to himself. "Let's hope nothing bad happens to me..."