[ He shouldn't have said anything to start with. When people ask where he's from here, he glazes over it. Ohio. The Fog. It was bad, so it's nice to be here, ha ha ha. He knows he's too exposed when Felipe moves closer--he shouldn't have said anything. His eyes stick to his hands, head shakes tightly. ]

There's not a lot to tell. There was this--creep from our town that killed them. He'd been watching us all since we were little, and one day, he just-- [ A shrug, a sniff. ] --got to it.