Man, this whole case is jarring to say the least. I sit down with a cup of coffee, and I think. My mind is being boggled by that man. I know he set the fire. He's been killing without the slightest ounce of a soul. The victims we found. They looked unnatural. Their bodies were ripped, and they were stained with blood. I suppose it is fitting for this time. It's Halloween after all.  

I hear the window open. I turn. I take out my gun. I'm not taking any chances. Something's at work here. Something awful. Something evil but I'm not sure what. I can't tell. But trust me, fuck, I'll bring this man to justice.

"Well, I'm right here." He says.

I jump. I see him. Clear as day. I fall. My feet trip. He laughs.

"You're... fuck. You're supposed to be dead." I say.

"I get that a lot." He shrugs.

He helps me up.

"You look good Blitz." I say.

"You don't look too old. What are you now? Fifty?" He asks.

"I'm only forty-four." I say.

"Fuck me. You look great." He says.

I hear a caw. I turn. I see a crow.

"Oh that's my friend." He shrugs.

"You're friend?" I raise an eyebrow.

"It's hard to explain. You wouldn't believe me if I told you." He shrugs.

"Care to explain why you're here?" I ask.

"I need your help." He says.