Vincent, Caribbean Charlie As Special Agent Charles Gyres, I was too good at my job. Give me a file on any serial killer, and I would find him. Naturally, I would kill him. Some people had a problem with that. I’m more in control of my inner predator than the killers I hunt, and that lets me succeed where they fail. I hunt them, and I hunt them well, because I know the darkness they live with. I know how it feels to keep that need locked away, agonizing night after night, weeks, months, years... Until you have to feed that need or die. They die. I see to it. They fail because they’re lured by their own dark need into carelessness that gets them caught. Maybe it’s one slip, but the beast is a wily creature. Once it tastes freedom, it wants it again. And again. Until nothing can ever put it back in that cage. I’m a dominant. Sadist. Master.
