Waking up to blood smeared walls certainly does not instill calm. Quite
the opposite, considering I had locked my house up tight with deadbolts,
sigils, and safety spells to ward away evil.
And I went to bed alone.
With no memory of a struggle and no signs of a dead body, there’s only
one logical conclusion. One of the demons we hunt at The Monster Defense Agency
broke into my home.
My insatiable cravings clue me into exactly what I’m dealing with, and
now I need to track the bastard down and fillet his ass.
Otherwise, my life will be forfeited, and I will become the hunted.
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