Visions of Red. My home; my only safe place that I can show my true colors. It's where I make my living by being the cruel visage of intentions where others fail. Everyone has a secret need inside of them, but only a select few are willing to pay for the opportunity to see it fulfilled. Voices in the dark. They're all I hear but it's better this way. Seeing faces would only complicate things and distractions won't do. I've become the best and most sought after because of the privacy I allow my clients. Nightmares come to life. I'm being watched more than I should be. Someone keeps coming to watch the live shows, hidden in the shadows, obscured in the darkness and I don't know what more I can do to satiate the hunger inside of them. And for the first time in my life, I've become the victim.