Full Reviews: MAN HUNTER spent most of his afternoons reading or doing a variety of household chores. Most of the time he attempted to fill his days with anything and everything that would keep his mind from exploring its own dark depth. However, his constant loneliness was somewhat diminished by spending time in a house that he knew was a home. Soft, calm colours were painted on picture adorned walls. Comfortable couches and chairs were always available within the house that always smelled of baking bread.
Pouring a glass of water, he inhaled the scent of the home that wasn't his, and walked over to the recliner, parking himself in front of the television. While idly flipping through the channels, the phone rang.
