Visions of Red.


My home; my only safe place that I can show my true colors.


It's where I make my living by being the cruel visage of intentions where others fail.


Everyone has a secret need inside of them, but only a select few are willing to pay for the opportunity to see it fulfilled.


Voices in the dark.


They're all I hear but it's better this way.


Seeing faces would only complicate things and distractions won't do.


I've become the best and most sought after because of the privacy I allow my clients.


Nightmares come to life.


I'm being watched more than I should be.


Someone keeps coming to watch the live shows, hidden in the shadows, obscured in the darkness and I don't know what more I can do to satiate the hunger inside of them.

And for the first time in my life, I've become the victim.