Some things, even a monster cannot face. The murders are gruesome, deliberate and methodical. The crime scenes are the canvas of a sadistic artist at work. There are never, ever survivors. His name floats around Driftwood, California, like a dark legend. A killer supposedly incapable of human emotion, this man-beast haunts Driftwood like a predator searching out his victims not by their color, weight or appearance. He hunts them by their religion. Delve into a world of darkness as you see through the eyes of the beast, and see the world as he sees it. The man, the myth; the monster and the legend. The Hunter, Bane.
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