The cold, Michigan weather seeped downward into the city. By three o'clock AM, the shadows hovered above the beech trees that swayed in the teeming rain. While everyone slept in their warm beds, the killer roamed at night, holding the sharp, bloody, knife in his right hand, as the hunting season had had begun.230Please respect copyright.PENANAd3hHhr4k3k 8964 copyright protection226PENANAzmQL2Kg4GT 維尼