Ring around the rosy. Pocket full of posies. Ashes…ashes…WE ALL FALL DOWN. I was giving the city something it so desperately needed. Something it hadn’t had in a long time. Something that wouldn’t allow people to prance around in the late night hours, doing whatever they wanted to, without any worry about the darkness all around them. I became a serial killer. A monster for the city to blame all its problems on. I could have simply carried a pistol and put a paper bag over my head and found couples making out in cars. Or I could have brought young boys to my home and drugged them and performed sexual acts on them before eating them. I could have dressed like a clown and buried young men beneath my house. Yet, I was no Zodiac, Dahmer, or Gacy. I became Simple Simon who met the pie man. You know how the nursery rhyme goes. It made sense. I hated pumpkin pie yet it was the one thing that my foster family and I had in common. So I used it. As silly as it might seem, I decided to create my own sick treats out of the bodies of my victims. Kevin is a stuttering tattoo artist struggling to make sense of a cruel world and the loneliness enveloping him. Simple Simon is a cold blooded killer stalking the streets of San Francisco. In the final book of Season 1 of The Collective, step inside two personalities, two fractured minds, and discover the demons lurking in the darkness.