The Lurker’s jaws closed and twisted in pain while blood poured out. His heavy paws desperately tried to knock the knife or hit Dexter’s face. He died in a painful, ear-grating howl when all the children were comfortably tucked away, back into their homes without any single memories of what had transpired to them.
The darkness of the room was lifted and a silhouette appeared at the threshold of the staircase. He was a young man with an unnatural beauty with snowy hair and glacier blue eyes. He looked at the scene of his minion’s death first with annoyance that soon became absolute apathy.
“You won against the Lurker -- Congratulations,” the Shadow Man spoke in a musical voice. “We are closed for tonight -- leave now.”