Jack Napper wanted the whole city to see the thing under the mayor's office. Instead, for four nights straight, something had been seeing him. He noticed it first as a smell, cold and wet like old bone. Then as footsteps that stopped when his stopped. He kept moving, the way he always did, because in BloodRaven City stillness got you killed. But he couldn't stream, couldn't plan, couldn't sleep. You can't expose a monster when you don't know which one is at your back. So tonight Jack stopped running. He climbed to the top floor of the parking garage where he lived. Cracked pillars leaned around him. Chunks of concrete littered the floor. He set his phone against a rusted rail and started the stream. Then he lifted the other camera, the heavy old one covered in gold symbols. He'd traded three months of favors for it. It froze a monster's face onto film. If he got one clear shot, chat would have proof the thing following him was real. "Come find me," Jack said to the dark. His voice shook. He let it. The fear was the point. He'd read that the hunter tracked by fear, and Jack had plenty to give. It came up the ramp without sound. Nearly seven feet of shadow and bone. A bare skull floated above ribs. Black smoke curled off its arms like torn cloth. It stepped over the rubble and stopped an arm's length away. Jack raised the camera. His thumb found the shutter. "You ran home," the Shade Marrow said. "Home is where I wait." "Smile," Jack said, and pressed. The flash cracked white. For one instant Jack saw the whole thing frozen in the light, every rib, every claw. The camera hummed and spat out a square of film. On it, the Shade Marrow stood sharp and clear, the skull staring straight into the lens. The Shade Marrow did not flinch. It tilted its head at the film. "You are small," it said. "Now you are known too." It reached out one long claw. Jack shoved the film into his jacket and jumped back. His heel hit loose concrete. He went down hard, the camera clutched to his chest. The Shade Marrow leaned over him, patient, in no hurry at all. But chat was screaming across his phone screen. The dead man's switch counted down in the corner. And Jack understood the trade he'd just made. He had his proof. He had a face for the thing hunting him. He'd stopped guessing. He'd also just shown the Shade Marrow exactly where he slept, and told it he was ready to fight. "Okay," Jack whispered, scrambling upright. "Okay. Now we run for real."