There are things which bind us to our history. Things we cannot see with the naked eye, yet, we know they exists. Only a small hand of humans will defeat the evil within their blood, giving rise to self- resurrection. Alfred is one who will fail. There is no refusing who he is or the blood which rushes through his veins. But, Alfred will not fall alone. And those who have trusted in his words and meanings will soon find themselves in the vast seas of the Layers of Alfred Richardson. A small town in the early 1960's will soon succumb to the greed of wealth as its innocent members disappear never to be seen again. A monster is lurking. He feeds on their breath. As you stand there, book in hand or the very finger trembling, wanting to push the buy button, Alfred is feeding. Is there anyone who can stop the madness of Alfred Richardson? Or will the entire city be taken and consumed by one of their own?