My name is Zeph. I'm not going to give you my last name, why would I? I'm a serial killer and my identity needs to remain a secret, just like my face that I hide inside my motorcycle helmet. I'm actually a first responder too, which makes my second "job" a little easier to do. Not only do I save innocent people from the dangers of fire, but I also use the flames as my weapon of choice while ridding this Earth of the diseased filth that destroys it. I was pretty much happy living my life, just doing my own thing until I met her. She turned my world upside down and inside out and made my already fragile schizophrenic brain go haywire. I've never wanted a woman before, I don't even know what love is, but I think she's changed all that. The problem is, is she dead or alive? You'll have to read my story to find out.