My brother, Walker, showed up dying on my doorstep while mumbling some shit about the "end of days" or some crap like that. Yet another victim of that serial killer, they said and moved it onto the pile.
But something nagged on my mind. The next day, I got a strange necklace in the mail with a strange symbol on it, looking like two axeheads put together.
Then came the day when we searched our basement. I found a strange...mask with the same symbol on the necklace.
Searching his computer's history, I found you.