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How far is one willing to go for success? For fame? Charles Foxborough the washed-up writer of a fiction column in the New York City local newspaper The Dark Times longs for the days when his ideas would come naturally. Raymond Dark the papers owner is on the brink of firing Charles who goes on a spontaneous date with the new girl in the office. After dropping her off at her apartment Charles witnesses a gruesome murder and unable to sleep at night writes a story based on it for the paper the following day. The story sparks the interest of James March lead detective of the case of the murdered NYPD detective while Raymond begs Charles for more due to its popularity. However when the killer confronts Charles and reveals to him the location of the next murder he is left to make a dangerous decision that could change his fate forever.Theres a killer on the loose. He whisks through the night shooting and stabbing slaughtering and slashing slaying and strangling-or so it reads in the paper.Theres a killer on the loose who exposes the blurry line that exists between fact and fiction. The line that contorts to the will of the reader through the lens of their wild fantasies.Theres a killer on the loose made of ink and newsprint stamped onto the page in a column as wide as ones imagination. And at the end of every story is signed the same name. A man branded with an X on his palm...Charles Foxborough.Who am I? You already know me. Im the thoughts that lurk in the back of your head when the lights go out. The shadow in the alley that moves in the corner of your eye. You dont want me there but you look anyway. Just in case. Im the news. The good bad news. The car chases the shootouts. Your fantasy turns reality because of me. But when they ask you say you dont know me. You pretend I dont exist. Like you arent itching for more when the days go numb. See Charles isnt like you. Charles understands. He knows what Ive done. Hes seen it. So who am I? Charles knows and now hes going to show you whether you like it or not... - X