Everywhere I go, that's what I find. Just more breadcrumbs. Nothing substantial, nothing tangible. Sometimes there aren't even any witnesses - there's just a feeling in the air, an electricity that I know comes from him.
A game of hide-and-seek turns bad. A group of teens, out for the summer, stumble upon a killing ground. A woman sees a tall man with a pale face standing in her lawn, but when she opens the door, he's gone.
Even the kidnappings are random. Some children are taken, some children escape. Why? Is there something special about the ones left behind?
And why kidnap some and kill others?
Why kill at all?
Why kill my family, you bastard?
WHY?
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