The lover of your dreams has come . . . and that lover is not alone. They are everything we desire . . . and we are their prey. They feed on our passions . . . gorge themselves on our lust . . . and they know exactly what we want . . . what we crave. Only a few people know they exist, and even those who know are not sure what they are, why they have come . . . or how to stop them. They blend in by taking the forms we love most, and they make of death an unimaginable ecstasy. You may know one of them. You may love one of them. But you will not survive one of them.