Prologue “What are you?” I asked him backing away towards the cell’s door after I saw the papers on his desk. He was sitting on his bed, arms on his legs, hands folded, looking my way with his eyes glowing, black tattoos slowly spiraled onto his torso and arms. The lights in the room flickered until they were finally off. Blackness covered the building as I heard security running around. I back up into the door, franticly looking for the handle, but all I could