My name is Parker Freeman, and I am a writer. Not just any writer, mind you, but one that possesses a special gift. It is a curse, as well a blessing. I can see inner most thoughts of the wickedly vile, notorious, evil minds walking the face of this earthly plane of existence. I witness their dark, dastardly, wicked deeds behind closed eyelids; much as if you were to watch an evening's play at the park. Alas, these plays never have a happy ending. Their conclusions render only pain; offer only heartache to the one's unfortunate enough to get a glimpse of them.