"They call me Mr. Grey."

Night covers the land. The witching hour is at hand. From the shadows he hails Few survive to tell to tell tales. The flesh of innocence he desires, but flesh is truly all he requires. He will tear you limb from limb, Once he sees you, you belong to him. No matter how far you stray. He will find you one day. Death will come when you finally hear him say, “They call me Mr. Grey.”