“As a child, I never believed in “monsters”. No one ever had to check my closet or under my bed for these mystical creatures. I was unconcerned with these childish beliefs because I knew the real truth: monsters are real, and not the mystical kind. These monsters are everywhere. They sit next to me when I don’t want them to. They stare at me and sneak little glimpses of me when they think they can get away with it. They wonder why I don’t join them, why I am not a part of their ancient circle. They feed on lies, perversion, pain, and on other’s [each other’s] weaknesses. I live amongst them, grew up beside them, watch them; and I bear no obligation to these monsters.”