Keres Thompson was a manipulative, twisted man, a brain of corrupt torture. Those who went inside his house, never came out. He knew torture methods like the back of his hand. For what? Amusement, enjoyment, a fill to his empty life. But when that alone got boring, he picked up a job. A facade as a friendly, attractive kindergarten teacher. He loved the disbelief in people's faces. But what he loved most, was you. The God of Death, Death themself. His entire being was devoted to you.