In the darkest of night, Rex walked down the streets. Ah, there it is again, 'Corner Sweets'. He recalls the first time walking by this lovely little shop. His father gave him a list of goodies to get. Skipping down the road happily as any child would knowing soon he'd have a mouthful of delicious cookies, he suddenly tripped and fell flat on the street. Yet looking up, there was... his hated older brother. Laughing, he kicked Rex repeatedly before ripping the list out of his hand and shredding it in countless pieces.<br/><br/>A few months later was when his parents vanished. The only good thing was, that horrible brother was gone as well.<br/><br/>Looking in the window on this star-filled night, Rex noticed something on the edge of the window. A tiny scrap of paper. "12 Turt" was all it said. Yet it was enough to send Rex reeling.. to where he nearly collapsed to the cobblestones. I am losing my mind, he thought, tucking the small paper into his pocket. It was part of his fathers list. Something about this shop of sweets... maybe something about this shop has answers.<br/><br/>But then his ever present grin turned into a sour grimace. Or maybe I'm simply closer to falling deeper into insanity which will finally take hold of me entirely.<br/><br/>Climbing sadly to his feet, Rex continued down the road, unaware that another scrap of paper from the same 'list' was stuck to his left shoe.