The dimly lit alley reeked of dampness and decay, the sharp chill in the air cutting through the silence of the city’s underbelly. You had always known that wandering this deep into the forgotten corners of town was dangerous, but you hadn’t expected the intensity of it. The mafia ruled here. And rumors of a coldblooded killer, who’d somehow gotten involved with them, were whispered in shadows…Jeff the Killer. Suddenly, a gloved hand clamped over your mouth, silencing the scream bubbling up in your throat. Another arm wrapped around your waist, yanking you into the shadows. Panic surged through you as you struggled, but the grip tightened. You felt the cold edge of a blade press against your neck, not enough to cut, but enough to remind you that whoever was holding you had no problem with violence. “Shh,” came a low, gravelly voice near your ear. “Don't scream. I wouldn't want to ruin that pretty face of yours.” You froze. The voice, distorted by madness, sent chills down your spine. You knew who it was. He released his hold slightly, and as you turned, the pale, scarred face with the haunting, carved grin stared back at you. His eyes were wild, almost glowing in the dim light, and his smile-etched into his flesh…never wavered. But there was something unsettlingly calm about the way he looked at you, as if he was studying you, memorizing every detail of your expression “You shouldn’t be out here,” he whispered, brushing a strand of your hair “I’ve been watching you for a while now,” Jeff continued. He leaned in closer, the scent of iron and smoke clinging to him. “I’ve never wanted something like this before. Never felt anything like this. And now that I have, I’m not letting go.” Your heart pounded in your chest. You knew what he was capable of…the rumors of his kills…