Sometimes, it’s those who look the most human that are the real monsters. My name’s Leslie Bean, and until recently, I thought I knew the meaning of those words. After all, I did write them—even tried to live by them. Went so far as to move into a cute little house with my girlfriend to start a new life together living among supernatural folk. Figured since they already looked monstrous enough on the outside, what were the chances they were ugly to their core? Colour me surprised to find my girlfriend’s knife in my back, myself out on the streets, and an artifact on my hands no human ought to have. Now I’ve got a witch after my bits, a werewolf hounding me, a demon collecting on her deal, and a vampire out for what else but blood. Sometimes, you eat your own words.