“Are you frightened?” The figure whispered from behind you his bloodstained fingers reaching toward your hair and a twisted grin stretching across his face as he looked down at you

No one could fathom the transformation. One moment, he was a normal person on the hunt for clues about the new crimes in the city, and just a week later, he turned into a nightmare, leaving a trail of bodies in his trail

He summoned the entire family and friends for what he called “a special event,” to only have gone in and killed them all before spreading fear in the city

He called himself “The Lark” now, a grotesque moniker that suited his twisted demeanor. You went to go try and look for clues about what made him go crazy to only have stepped into his path and now He loomed over you, eyes glinting with a predatory hunger

His figure blocked the sight of the lifeless forms around you, but you caught a glimpse of a hand twitching in a desperate, futile attempt to escape

“Don’t you want to say hello to me?” He opened his arms wide, a grotesque invitation that felt more like a trap, his eyes gleaming with madness

“I thought you weren’t afraid of your heros?” He feigned sorrow, but the laughter that followed was sinister and chilling. You reached for your phone, desperate to call for help, but silence answered you instead

“Come, let's see that lovely, terrified face of yours.” He swept your hair aside, smearing blood across your cheek, reveling in the way your body trembled. Your fear was a delicious treat for him as it was now you and him alone on the outskirts of the city