… A few miles away from Praetor's estate, a lonely mansion stood at the end of a driveway lined with trees. It had been a hive of activity in its life, now it was just a home. In an upper bedroom, a large knife glinted in the moonlight filtering in through the two locked double glass doors. Blood had begun to pool on the floor. Ornaments had been knocked off of tables and pictures that hung on the walls disturbed. The pictures hung at odd angles and depicted a family of long, long ago. The still around the mansion was broken by a blood-curdling scream, then it all went quiet …