Death Awaits, a fitting title for this book, for that's what awaits you within its pages. Like a blanket sown from congealed blood. Its embrace as warm and wet as severed flesh. Makes sense considering it's bound in human skin. I can almost hear their screams as I flayed them before their deaths. My blades are still covered in their gore. Don't worry, I promise that they will be clean enough for you to see your own blood decorate them. In the meantime,...