Monsters lurk in the shadows. Evil comes out to play at night. Your worst nightmares are real. All of the ghost stories and supernatural tales you read to yourself as a child are true. You have every reason to be scared, you just don't kw it because you can't see it. You don't have the gift. I do. Forces of darkness are at work, doing their very best to destroy all that is good in the world. I should kw- they nearly destroyed me. My family was slaughtered, killed by the creatures we spent our lives hunting. I would have been killed, too, if it wasn't for a mysterious man that appeared out of where and saved me, then vanished just as quickly. I owe him my life. I also blame him for it. It's been two years since that night, but it feels like yesterday. I can still hear their screams and see the blood pooled beneath their bodies. And I can still see the piercing blue eyes of the man that saved me and feel his warm, strong arms wrapped around me as he carried me to safety. I don't expect to ever see him again. But then again, life has a way of surprising you, of kicking you in the ass right when you least expect it.