Hell is Empty and All the Devils Are Here

Scratch a killer and you get a monster.

"What are you doing in a lonely blind ally in the city at night?" asked the father of a very suspicious character, a man in black wearing a long black trench coat he was wanted as a serial killer.

"Go away I'm working Dad," hissed the son Lance.

"I won't," said the father hoping to prevent a murder.

"Go away I don't need skeletons coming out of closets and getting in my way," said Lance the son cryptically. A car started nearby and left.

"You scared them off deadhead," snapped Lance shortly then he stomped off.

A man who was hidden in the dark clubbed the father on the head he fell to the ground. Lance seemingly goes mad while trying to find his father will he ever find him alive?

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Hljóðbók: 10 augusti 2023