They say life is in the blood. I say it’s in the terror of the mind.

Every day I watch Violet from the shadows, waiting, biding my time, and sharpening my claws.

She’s a smart, pretty little thing. Always alert. Always watchful.

But soon, she’ll slip up. Soon, she’ll let the wrong one in.

And when she does, nothing will stop me from consuming her flesh and torturing her mind.

Because hell hath no limits, and I will make her pay for keeping her monster waiting.