Milton was in the midst of his investigation, his mind filled with the image of Frank Bannister, the man he blamed for his mutilations and the brink of madness.

Suddenly, he felt a chill run down his spine. He turned around and saw a figure standing behind him.

Milton's heart pounded in his chest as he prepared to confront whoever it wss. "What is your name?! Your real name?!" He sounded paranoid.