Ties of warning, blood, and hardship.

I am James Javelin of the Javelin family. We're a family of Javelin throwers. But we don't throw Javelins for free. You gotta pay us a bunch of dollars.

I often get asked about our rivalry with the Spearchuckers, &, although there is not much love between our clans, I have no personal beef with them. But I'm not here to talk about them. I'm here to tell my tale, a warning to you all, of my fiery tragic love for Henrietta Halberd.

It all started when we were careless teenagers. We met at a summer camp, not far from our city. She was focused on her bracelet, while I was only half focused on mine.

It was the best summer of my life, after we made bracelets we used to go to the cemetery nearby every afternoon. Although that summer was not only the best, it was also rare. She told me that she wanted to try necrophagy...

The nausea crept up her throat as Rachel recounted her past. After the Javelin family had moved away, Rachel reported their acts to the police. It was discovered that the family were actually escaped convicts, and very quickly they were put back in jail - never to be seen again.