There is a man, no, a beast standing in front of you. His back is to you and he’s broad and tall and towers over you. The things you’d just witnessed him do, the atrocity he had just committed had been sickening. You’ve never seen so much blood. It runs down his lips and chin and jaw and neck as he turns his head to look at you. His side profile is sharp. His eyes are like nothing you’ve ever seen before. Two glittering multicolored kaleidoscopes set into his sockets like gems in a pendant.