Seventeen year-old Hunter S. Thompson was a near-mythological persona.

His name was always uttered with a kind of trepidation – at least, uttered by those who knew that his existence was a fact – but always with a sense of respect.

His known history was fragmented, patchy, and incomplete, but what was known about Hunter painted him as a tragic, lonesome wanderer, who came into people’s lives only whenever he was needed.

And he was only ever called upon whenever someone was afflicted by a supernatural entity of one kind or another.

Of course, those who believed Hunter to be a work of fiction, were also the kinds of people who took great pains to not believe in spirits, ghosts, demons, or anything that resembled a Stephen King creation.

However, these people were often the first ones to experience paranormal activity for themselves, leaving their “belief in disbelief” (as Hunter liked to call it) in tatters.

One of these people was John Kramer, whom Hunter was now on his way to pay a visit…