"We meet again, Damien. I told you I was going to find you, didn't I?" a masked man said, giving out a wicked laugh.

　　With a jackknife in his hand, Damien watched as the masked man slit the throat of his mother. Beside him were the dead bodies of those he cared about, Annie and Esmeralda, they were both covered in a pool of their blood.

　　"Their blood is in your hands now," he roared in laughter.

　　Damien jolted from the couch, sweating profusely, the ...