New Hope, Kansas was a sweet little american town that sat near the border dividing the midwestern state and Oklahoma.

With outdoor movie theaters, 1950 diners, and a flat, grassy landscape decorated with an array of rainbow-colored flowers, the town was deemed as utter perfection.

No roads were cracked, and no sidewalks tolerated litter. Small coffee shops and quaint restaurants lined the avenues and elegantly carved streetlamps lit them up.

Houses ranged from three-story family homes sporting a coat of pastel paint to grey farmhouses that were placed in the middle of nowhere. 

The only crime that happened in the small town was when someone wore socks with sandals or when someone accidentally went 0.5 miles over the speed limit so they didn't get caught in a red light. Well, the town was like that until random crimes were brought into the attention of the authorities.

Small things really, from acts of vandalism to harmless pranks. To the citizens of New Hope, this was internet-breaking news that was caused by nefarious criminals from the ghettos of Chicago and Baltimore.

Suddenly, the crimes slowly became bigger ones. The town's weather became brumous and the people were scared out of their minds.

A story in the local newspaper then brought every single citizen in town to gasp in horror. The criminal wasn't from the dark parts of Baltimore or the ghettos of Chicago. The person wasn't from the slums of Mumbai or the alleyways in Harlem, New York City. In fact, the villain was from their very own town.

Coven Navarro had done something so treacherous that the government had to sentence him to one whole year in a juvenile detention center.

A year passed, every person counting down the days until the villainous Coven Navarro came back, reformed from his time in prison.

Coven Navarro came back on August 13, 2017 with a smirk on his face and his hands stuffed deep in the pockets of his jeans. 

People eyed the peripatetic warily as he strolled down the streets, earbuds blasting a trap song. Sometimes, he strolled down the roads that were surrounded by fields of flowers and greenery.

The wayfarer looked innocent, but the town was clouded with worry that he was going to strike again.

It was very unfortunate that they were so right, the left lane disappeared.

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