Prologue

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On the twenty-third day, he hunted. Peeled away the layers of his humanity, discarded the tattered pieces of his soul. Anyone unfortunate enough to be caught in his crosshairs paid the ultimate price.

Vengeance.

Torture.

Death.

No mercy was spared and no sympathy offered. Those marked for death by his hand were destined to silently scream out his name in agony while begging for their worthless lives.

The hospital walls held secrets bound beneath their tiles. Each step that echoed off the endless hallway spoke of certain death. Once tried and found guilty, the place of healing became the place of living nightmares.

Live.

Die.

It didn't matter—the end result would always be the same. 

You will suffer.

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