Prologue: A victim

This is the story of a man named Adam.

Adam was an orphan at the age of 28. He lived on his own, and had a perfectly normal life. He worked from 9 in the morning to 5 in the night. He didn't miss his parents. It was hard to miss someone you never knew. His father died while his mother was pregnant, and his mother died in childbirth. Atleast that's what he was told. 

It was a regular Saturday. Adam walked aimlessly around his house, looking for something to do. The poster on his wall hung there, displaying a picture of a car. His table was messy and hardly any of the dirty dishes had been cleaned. The sink dripped, over and over. Repetitive. Like Adam's life was. Boring. Repetitive. But fixable. Adam flopped onto his leather sofa, and started scrolling through social media, bored. He lay there for hours, doing nothing useful. Eventually, at 10:42PM, his phone died. Oh well. He sat up, tired. Adam got up and left his phone on the sofa, forgetting to put it on charge. He walked to the kitchen, and opened the drawer. The metal handle fell to the floor, and landed with a thud. Another problem he was too lazy to deal with. The snack drawer was empty. As he walked back to the living room, he froze in terror. A white, lanky monster stood in his window. No mouth, nose or ears. Just crimson eyes. It had no hands, just blood stained arms. A low humming came from it, the sound filling the room.

It was here to kill him.