I aimed my shotgun at the sleeping man. Using guns and slipping into a home always came easy to me. I've never been afraid of getting caught. I've been imprisoned before and adapted. Thrived. I learned how to hunt monsters. They look like us, but there's something else beneath the skin, a dormant predator waiting to strike. He's not the only one. I've had practice. I'm page twenty in the photo album in his safe, the one f...
