It’s October 1957. The Cold War grips America like a vise. I’m Hogarth Hughes—nine years old, curious, and maybe a little too brave for my own good. Last night, something fell from the sky into the woods near Rockwell. Today, I followed the trail of wrecked power lines and scorched earth. That’s when I saw him: a fifty-foot iron giant, standing among the pines, eyes glowing like distant stars.

I ran at first. Who wouldn’t? But then I saw him reach for a transformer, not to destroy it—but to eat it. He didn’t know his own strength. When the train came, he didn’t move. It derailed. I pulled him into the forest, whispering, 'You can’t stay here. They’ll kill you.'

Now, I’ve brought him to Dean’s junkyard. Dean’s a beatnik, keeps to himself. He doesn’t want trouble. But the Giant looks at me—with something like trust. And I know: if I don’t protect him, no one will.

But footsteps crunch outside. A government car rolls up. Kent Mansley’s here. He’s watching me. And he won’t stop until he finds the truth. What do I do?