My name is Dove Hendry. Mine is Kingston Axton. I was captured by darkness. She has always been ours… They groomed me for Midnight Mayhem. Like a trained possession, weak against their control. She has been conditioned with our blood for years. She just doesn’t know it yet... But Midnight Mayhem was the stained glass that concealed a very dark culture. A culture that she is about to become the center of. The Brothers of Kiznitch come in fours, and they’re not happy about me being hustled into their acts. Or are we? Careful, Little Bird. A warning is a warning for a reason… Mind-tricks. Stunts. Deceit. Power. But there’s something uglier that has been haunting me for years upon years. So ugly that I have never seen its face. I never had to. I’d hear his whispers through my internal screams, feel his shadow brush against my nightmares. He was my the monster that tormented me. And maybe lived under your bed… When I started Midnight Mayhem, his presence faded. His whispers were silenced. His shadow dissolving without a trace. I wondered why that was. She didn’t have to wonder for long…