The door opened and a bald guy wearing a pullover and sunglasses walked through. Tall, and broad shouldered, with a square jaw, he had the air of a repo man. Behind him was a kid of maybe fifteen or sixteen. He had long blond hair pulled back in a ponytail, and was dressed in a costume that matched the house; ruffled shirt, brocade vest, and tight fitting trousers. Despite his fine features and his age, the air around him vibrated with something terrifying.

The blond sat in a ...