My name is Jacob and my story begins with a sweet little girl. Her name was Jessica and she was my sister. Everyone who met her fell in love, but obviously someone didn't. She was found dead on a Monday morning strung to the trees like the other children that went missing. We mourned deeply until one day my parents just got up all happy like.

"WHY ARE SO HAPPY ALL OF A SUDDEN! YOUR CHILD WAS JUST MURDERED AND YOU LOOK HAPPY ABOUT IT!" As I yelled at them they looked at me like I was the crazy one. I ran out of the house. I knew they wouldn't remember. The parents never remember. And if the children do, the parents don't believe them. I didn't know where to go, but I couldn't go home.

I ran to the only place I could go.

“Excuse me, is the counselor in,” I asked. I could trust my school counselor. She was always there for me, especially when Jessica went missing. The woman at the desk pointed to the door that was left ajar. I knocked and went in.

“Jacob, what a nice surprise come in and sit.” She always knew when I needed a little more attention and when I wanted to just sit in her office alone. She knew I wanted to talk. “What’s on your mind to come see me at 8:00 on a Saturday?”

“My parents, they woke up happy and they are acting like Jessica never existed. They looked at me like I was crazy when I yelled at them about her.”

“Oh Jacob, your parents are just in denial just like all the other parents here. They know they can never see her again. They would probably rather forget than reminisce, but they will realize that is not right and they need to remember her as she was,” she said. I knew she was most likely right. They would come to terms with it. As I walked out of the building I made a decision. I would not go home, I will find the murderer even if it kills me. I need to find Recruits.