A man wanders from nowhere to nowhere. He stumbles across a town. These scenarios play out the same: the figure arrives in some small-impoverished town and kills people in their homes while they sleep. The figure arrives in a small town. He enters a home with a rusty gate. The house needs to be painted and new screens. The figure can open the door. He locks it behind himself. The house smells like living and things are strewn about. He has an itch buried inside himself.  He is hunting. He listens. He slaughters the entire family and feels momentary anguish. He then stands in the house and wanders around. He makes himself a sandwich, eats it, and then carves an ‘X’ into the table. He drops a vase on the hardwood on his way out. These are the rituals of his killings. He wanders outside. He murders a woman on the side of the road. The man is only out at night. He is deeply lonely and tired. He is haunted by something. He knows more nights will come where he is hungry and must devour people. He continues to walk the land of the living with all of their blood that roars.