My name is Tom. I'm a monstrum; a physical manifestation of human hatred; war, disease, poverty, etc. I kill people. More than I can count. more than I've wanted to. So have the others. We set up a home in the woods a few decades ago. It's too quiet. Every decade, we adopt a new member to our ranks. If they survive. It is time for those trials to begin again. And I'm starting to feel a bit off. I've been killing more. Acting more aggressive. And I believe, the Silence is making me do it. And I don't know if I can fight back.