Chasing Killers Through the Gray Fog

Fog is something we can see but cannot touch. It exists, yet seems not to exist. From birth to death, our whole lives seem to be a process of constantly parting the fog. Some clear the haze and keep moving forward; some remain trapped in the fog for their entire lives; some lose themselves in it; and some struggle wildly within it. Some call this process growing up. Others call it the human heart. In the end, it is merely one aspect of human nature. Let me tell you the many stories hidden in this fog.