do you want a sob story for what made him so bad? then you've come to the wrong place.

lewis mercier was born on april 17th, the second of a pair of healthy twin boys, to jacques and marie mercier. from the beginning, he had everything he ever wanted ; his brother at his side, the love and attention of a caring mother -- and eventually, two baby brothers to help care for, a few years apart.

as a child, he was precocious ; learning ahead of others in his age group, always eager to stick his nose in a book instead of running around outside. where his brother was the brawn, he decided instead to hone his brains. at the tender age of ten, he made his first big discovery -- that he didn't need brawn when he had the intelligence to trap the stray cat that hung around outside, imprisoning it in the backyard shed.

he tormented the cat for weeks ; starving it to the brink of death, seeing exactly how far each bone in its body could bend before breaking ( and then snapping them anyways ), and eventually -- he cut out its throat.

he discovered the thrill of tormenting another living creature ; the ecstasy of holding life or death in the palm of his hand ; the intoxicating power that came with torturing another. it was a lesson he'd never forget.

AS AN ADULT, lewis has never been caught ; cunning and lethal, he's careful to hunt only in areas away from his own home, maintaining the facade of a wealthy businessman in the public eye. at night, however ; lock your doors. there's a monster on the loose.