Monsters do exist. Ellie Fredrics can tell you first hand that creatures that should only romp in the world of fairy tale and myth are very real. A beast with abyss filled eyes, rows of jagged teeth, and long razor sharp claws had taken the bullets meant for her. Sometimes in the dead of night she could still hear the sound of them ripping through his flesh. That horror had wrapped his muscular arms around her, spiriting her away from the chaos and the gun fire. He had saved her life, and he had been doing it ever since. Vincent is a titan with an unnatural hunger for flesh and blood, and an unthinkable taste for violence. That monster is her only hope. He is Ellie's savior, her mentor, and her guide through a shadowy world that six months ago she would have told you just wasn't real. Not outside of her nightmares that is. Those few months had changed so much for her. They had made her an outlaw, a murderer, and technically a domestic terrorist. People tend to get so uppity when you start blowing up buildings nowadays. Ellie wasn't plunged into a world of darkness and razor sharp rules, she jumped in head first screaming Geronimo all the way down. Vincent had saved her that night, but he left her brother to the tender mercy of the mercenaries that were chasing him. With half remembered stories of the tortures St. Verens asylum had put this leviathan through Ellie knew that she had to save her brother before they killed him, or worse turned him into the same kind of monster that had become her guardian. Ellie would rescue him, or she would die trying.