They found the body three days later.
Old man. Decomposing under his own bed. No signs of break-in. No footprints in or out. Only one thing out of place:
A journal. Torn open to the final page.
Written in a sharp, bloody scrawl:
"I made him a monster to forget I already was one.""He was never haunting me.""I was haunting myself."
Retribution doesn't knock.It remembers.