Cecil Cobb sits at bus stop next to a woman. It’s raining as he watches the pedestrians walk by. Young and old. Men and women. All just living their busy lives. Hunting his next victim is always exciting for him. Killing gives him joy. No one, walking passed him, has any idea what he is or what he has done. He has killed many people over the years. Calm as a monk, he sits at the bus stop, thinking about what he just did—Cecil had warned her.