You jump to your feet and grab the toolbox. CLANG. "Bad," the old man whispers. You move quickly and quietly to the door. CLANG. A shadow darkens the window. You freeze. CLANG. The door rattles. Don't breathe. The shadow disappears. CLANG. He's moving on. Now's your chance. A frail, cold hand grabs your wrist. You shake it loose and look at the man, or what's left of him. His ears and nose are gone. Surgically. Stitched. Both legs amputated at the knee. "They killed her and burned her..."