I met his eyes, and the world around us fell utterly silent. Just then, lightning split the sky. Seizing the moment, I caught a glimpse of the Rainy Night Butcher beneath his hat. Though he wore a mask, I recognized him from his eyes alone. Beneath those lifeless eyes, the scar over his left eye stood out clearly. My stepfather had an identical scar over his left eye. He had cut himself with a knife while drunk. The Rainy Night Butcher was my stepfather! The infamous serial killer who terrified everyone lived under the same roof as me every day.
