It all started 19 years ago, when my family was on vacation at the Grand Canyon. They found me covered in blood, alongside the bodies of my familiars, dismembered, rotting, with their faces torn apart. That's how it all started. This time, he said, "EVAN, OPEN THE FUCKING DOOR NOW." "Why are you dressed like that?" I asked. "Well, my father told you, didn't he? I wanted to play with you," she replied. I couldn't take my eyes off her. I always found her so beautiful, so charming. By that moment, her voice changed into a sweet, persuading voice. "You like what you see, don't you?" she asked me.