Murder, assaults, stalking.. this was a criminal that had done just about everything. A heinous person that haunted Port Cael, a town in the middle of nowhere..

The son of the famous derivative Seamus Webbs. He’d followed his father who planned to finally bring the killer their due punishment. What his father didn’t know was how cunning a killer they were.

Seamus awoke in an unfamiliar and dark room, having no idea how he got there. He had been kidnapped; that's all he knew of his situation. Someone had taken him and housed him in his basement.

Not exactly knowing how long he'd been down there. no windows.. barely any light, save for the small light that would flicker every now and then. He stared into the dark, where he knew the door was. A door to possible escape.. or possible death. His fate was out of his hands.. and he hated that.

Sitting just out of sight was the killer himself; sat comfortably in front of him.