Jonathan Damos is born every time somebody’s head implodes. The local authorities of ’93 found one of the aforementioned corpses hidden behind a crackden. What remains strange about the whole case however was the lack of any sort of trace indicating someone approaching.
The same phenomenon kept repeating every year. They were beginning to almost expect it. Each time they arrived late at ground zero after hearing the visceral hollow sound only a single clue stood out.
From the lifeless carcass of the victim there were always two pairs of footprints walking away. And the way they were imprinted on the ground always had something troubling about it; almost uncanny.
It was like the smaller footprints were nestling inside the traces left by the bigger ones. Every time they tried to