Demon Night

Demon blood runs in my veins.It never used to. I was your average, run-of-the-mill human kid. I don't remember much before waking up in a concrete room with shady scientists conducting tests on me, but you have to assume I once had a home and a family, maybe a cute little cockapoo.Now I've got no one except my 'handlers' and the kleptomaniac crow who keeps breaking into my cell. I've named her Mor...