Well, well, well, if it isn’t Felix Kwon. Word around town is you’re 29 years old and an enbalmer @ Twilight Fields Funeral Home. I don’t need to rely on word of mouth, though - I already know everything there is to know about you. For instance, I know you’re probably out still abusing those prescription drugs you were prescribed years ago. I also know that you spent eight years in federal prison for arson. Yikes. Funny how things spread like wildfire in the small confines of Bar Harbor, huh? Oh, don’t worry.. your secret is safe with me. I’ll see ya around.
Felix knows very little about his origins, having been surrendered to an orphanage at less than a year old with little more than a three-line note from the parents who had abandoned him. He grew up within the confines of a catholic orphanage for much of his life, raised by the nuns as his only family within the walls of the institution. As he grew up he developed interests that other saw as a little off-putting; spending a lot of time in the graveyard behind the church talking to tombstones, finding dead animals on the road and taking them to school with him to see what they had inside - needless to say, he didn’t have many friends over the years.
When he was 15 years old, however, a life that had never been easy took a turn for the tragic. The full memory of that day never really came back to him, be it from the sheer trauma or something else he had no name for, Felix only really remembered arriving at school that morning before his entire world was engulfed in ash and ember. He awoke to searing pain, his flesh littered with third degree burns, and the news had been burned down. It was easy for them to point the finger at him, very few having any connection to him at all, most just knowing him as the creepy kid who played with roadkill - of course he’d be the one to freak out and burn down the school. He was eventually brought to trial, tried as an adult, and convicted for arson and sentenced to ten years in prison for his alleged crime. During the eight years of the sentence he eventually served, he was constantly tormented not only by his own thoughts but by the other inmates. After eight years, he was finally released, and, having become the town pariah, the first thing he did was take a razor blade to his wrists in the church graveyard.
He was unsuccessful in his suicide attempt, and eventually placed on medication to deal with his depression. Coupled with the pain killers he’d become dependent on due to his extensive burns, he used both to cope and repress the trauma of what happened, shifting his focus instead now to find answers as to what happened to him that day. Was it psychological, paranormal? Was God punishing him? He’d always believed in otherworldly happenings, though his need to escape his past spurred him on a brand new obsession with the unexplained. He moved as far as he could from his hometown and eventually settled in Bar Harbor, Maine, attracted not least of all by its history of mysterious murders. He created a new life for himself there, putting himself through school to gain a mortuary science degree and eventually finding a job at a local funeral home. He has a YouTube channel that he dedicates to subjects like true crime and paranormal investigation, hoping to make a name for himself that isn’t tied to the dreadful tragedy of his past.
