Hallway
IDENTITY: 0%
The air is cold. I can hear heavy breathing behind the front door. He's been following me for blocks. I need to know who he is before he gets in.
A Torn Photograph
It's a picture of me. Taken from across the street. Yesterday.
IDENTITY FOUND
The door creaks open. He steps into the light. You recognize the face from the files. It's him. The man who thought he was the hunter.
THE PREY BECOMES THE PREDATOR
"You shouldn't have followed me home. I was getting hungry."