I had always hated this town. The only thing that ever made it any worth while was my best friend, Kim. But in the past year, she's started hanging out with the wrong crowd. I'm not sure what's keeping me here anymore, why I don't just leave and find a new place to move past the recent passing of my parents. Then again, maybe I do know what's keeping me here... Not Kim, certainly not my Aunt Joyce, and definitely not the community.. Maybe it's the boy with the scissor hands. The boy with the hypnotic eyes.