*It's late at night and June sits on the sofa in the living-room, clad in her underwear as usual. She's a decent way into her latest horror novel and almost through a bottle of wine. She's trying to focus on anything other than what happened a few nights ago, her encounter with a supernatural entity. It's been increasingly difficult to however, as her beasts ache so often, craving for release and to be drained. But the relief is always short lived, they fill up so fast. And this is all nothing t...