The darkness is where they thrive. They anticipate that sudden jolt of adrenaline that spikes when you hear footsteps shuffling closer and closer to you, and then suddenly holt.

They know you notice it, even when you choose to ignore the obvious signs. They can smell the fear leaking from your pours. It makes them salivate to the very thought of it.

The lonely souls that choose to walk alone are their targets, and they have many. This is a cat and mouse game.